<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:21:37.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>117</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-6571654345742579941</id><published>2008-11-14T04:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T04:41:28.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its contradicting. I see many things, success stories about life, hope and everything positive, but now I hear a sad story about my friend from somebody esle's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a friend of mine. Part of my memory, a living fixture around my estate that I took for granted. Never ever did I thought that he'll be gone and now, hes not here anymore. I wont see him on a bus ride nor play basketball with him. Hes gone to a faraway land, perhaps a happier one. I don't know whats the full story but I could feel something depressing about him. Seldom do I see his smiles, mostly, I see his troubled look. Honestly, he was a nice guy, it was us who didn't appreciate it and left him behind as we moved on and ventured out of this comfort zone. All of us started from the same area, but soon after, we moved on and started to have friends from esle where and slowly, we left the court and pursued other interests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't register the fact that hes gone for ever, and hes the first on the list for friends who departed from the world. Though hes not exactly a close friend but I felt sad. Not devasting but theres this depressing feeling that took me over. My mind now is filled with memories of seeing him smoking at the bus stop, hailing a cab, in that blue tee and beige bermuda during a basketball competition and many more. Bit my bit, the memories that was lost initially to the vast world returned bit by bit. I cant even concentrate on the stuff that I should be memorizing cos I just cant accept the fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, he moved on to another place and we all should. Take it as a wake up call to cherish people and things around.. Life is just like a cigarette, when its gone its gone. Whats left will only be ashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIP Kei lok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-6571654345742579941?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/6571654345742579941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=6571654345742579941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/6571654345742579941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/6571654345742579941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-contradicting.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-5960700208631923653</id><published>2008-11-01T23:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T23:33:52.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>I almost forgot the existence of a public blog until I started my Flock blog writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another tool to express my concerns out loudly without having to be loser-ish and speak my mind freely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I could only think of "fuck" right now. Cos no word seems to suit this occasion, the almost 1% chance that I'll be staying at home on a Saturday night. Perhaps his words did matter to me like he always did. He made me ponder about his views on friends and perhaps on this emotional saturday night, all I can think about is the three hour conversation and how a good friend could cut all forms of contact with me despite all the memories we shared. That affected me quite a bit, just that I didn't give much thought to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always loved my friends and I know that at times I'm a fucked up person, my friends tolerated my nonsense and I did. It just happened that alot of people crossed the line and I didn't say it out. Only when I throw a temper, people show discerns about me. FYI, I throw my temper for a reason. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK! ARGHS. I dont have the bloody mood to blog. Forget it. Live and let go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;div class="flockcredit" style="text-align: right; color: #CCC; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Blogged with the &lt;a href="http://www.flock.com/blogged-with-flock" style="color: #999; font-weight: bold;" target="_new" title="Flock Browser"&gt;Flock Browser&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-5960700208631923653?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/5960700208631923653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=5960700208631923653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/5960700208631923653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/5960700208631923653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2008/11/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-1633115423320486471</id><published>2007-12-18T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T01:10:01.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last published on 2 sep, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- thats long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abandoned blog i must admit but i don't enjoy blogging. not that i dont like to reveal my experiences with others but i just don't like commitments and time to write about it. anyway, my computer is down. the only way anyone can catch me is most probably during the weekdays on msn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;updates on this couple of months, busy with everything esle except relationships. relationships are chores. tiring to maintain and it doesnt secure anything. the next day, u might get the guy saying, "lets break up" when the night before he promises u a ring on BED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh. time to get to bed. oh. i am becoming such a loser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-1633115423320486471?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/1633115423320486471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=1633115423320486471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/1633115423320486471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/1633115423320486471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2007/12/last-published-on-2-sep-2007-thats-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-8411904529659580251</id><published>2007-09-02T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T01:27:25.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Masterpiece by whoever the god damn bastard is yea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not my problem anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eien Kisu.. Lets go out sometime soon. Enough of online chats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://weareoops.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://weareoops.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-8411904529659580251?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/8411904529659580251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=8411904529659580251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/8411904529659580251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/8411904529659580251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2007/09/masterpiece-by-whoever-god-damn-bastard.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-4543820820431952609</id><published>2007-08-11T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T19:49:28.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I thought some things can be forgotten. But it seems that no matter how many months went by, it remained. All I needed was an ans, not a promise or an excuse but it doesnt seem to be true. I hate myself for being the dumbass and worse, i cant help myself but to think of you again and again despite how much I try not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emo piece of shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-4543820820431952609?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/4543820820431952609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=4543820820431952609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/4543820820431952609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/4543820820431952609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-thought-some-things-can-be-forgotten.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-8356202132861852128</id><published>2007-07-16T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T01:20:40.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't you cry tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-8356202132861852128?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/8356202132861852128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=8356202132861852128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/8356202132861852128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/8356202132861852128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2007/07/dont-you-cry-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-6766712389151846928</id><published>2007-07-08T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T13:42:45.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Engine sound, loud blast of music, patrick's farting, adam and qing's arguement, cb's awful singing, once in a while laughters from hp. It is noisy, seriously noisy. In a seven seater car, everyone is practically shouting to get their msg across but for me, I dont feel that way. Not frustration but the noise soothes me. I havent been spending alot of time with them ever since I started out with the magazine. Not to mention, these couple of weeks. I bet these bunch of crazy asses will never fail to make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasnt happy till I meet up with them. Couldn't play pool well and all I could think of was that confrontational arguement with farid. I dont have to say more, everyone who were present could see it. From my point of view, what I did wrong would most probably be that I didnt know what style you wanted and so, I randomly asked them to strike a pose. Yap. I would very much appreciate it if he can keep me and clar informed of the decisions made and the external party that he arranged to come in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget it. I was just wondering whats the use of doing so much in the expense of losing my bf, my leisure time, wasting my sleeping time and stuffs for 8 CCA points. But its too late to pull out now. Get it over and done with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-6766712389151846928?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/6766712389151846928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=6766712389151846928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/6766712389151846928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/6766712389151846928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2007/07/engine-sound-loud-blast-of-music.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-6326943218970179875</id><published>2007-07-01T03:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T03:15:17.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dozen of people might have felt the way I felt at work. Bored, hoping to do some stuffs so that time pass faster. Here is the list of things I thought of to do at work with ur colleagues. Tested and proven to be effective:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Play scissors paper stone. Right hand vs Left hand&lt;br /&gt;2) Get someone and play guess the song title. Use the lamest song that you can think of.&lt;br /&gt;3) Sing along with the blasting techno songs. Songs like the "the book is on the table"&lt;br /&gt;4) Hit a fly using a piece of cardboard or try to burn it with a lighter.&lt;br /&gt;5) Name everyone at your workplace with normal names. Match them with names you perceived to be theirs.&lt;br /&gt;6) Roll useless papers nicely. Try to add more to it and see how big can they be.&lt;br /&gt;7) Take out everything and repack them even though they are neat.&lt;br /&gt;8) SMS people with lame shits and antagonise the shit outta them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, theres this taxi uncle who pissed me off today. First of all, he made patrick turn down his mp3 volume and listen to some songs that I do not like. Then, both of and adam told that uncle Bukit Timah Beauty World at least thrice. He couldnt understand and kept asking us which part of Bukit Timah. Then, HE SHOW ATTITUDE TO US THROUGH HIS DRIVING. WTF. Cab drivers these days are driving me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, SPUNK LAUNCH! 14th July, POWER HOUSE @ ST JAMES POWER STATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** Sleeping time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-6326943218970179875?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/6326943218970179875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=6326943218970179875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/6326943218970179875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/6326943218970179875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2007/07/dozen-of-people-might-have-felt-way-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-6227218426667562369</id><published>2007-06-22T04:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T05:05:50.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh yea. You guys gonna see a purple hair freak from tomorrow onwards. (unless my damn hair refuses to "eat" the hair dye)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Havent been updating and I am feeling weird. I dont have a sense of commitment, (ya, everyone knows) Booo. So here I am, blogging a little before I rinse off that overtime hairdye process. Its itching anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HONGKONG. Lets talk about my recent hongkong trip. Gosh. Its kinda fun yet not fun because of the damn hot climate and a lousy body. I stayed in tsuim sha tsui (if its spelt this way). Hong Kong is like a replica of Singapore with all the damn high buildings and SBS lookalike bus, SMRT lookalike trains except that the people are speaking a alien language- CANTO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suck at it. The sentence I said most for the five days was "Ngoh mm ji dou ah. Ngoh sek ding siu siu, kong siu siu." I couldnt really make up what the people were saying most of the time but since I am a foreigner there, all I did was to nod my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HK is not only well-known for their cute and nice language, but also, for their wanton. Gosh. Its fantasically NICE. Real shrimps in their wanton and seriously piping hot. Its unlike those wanton they serve in Singapore, cooked in the morning, dump it in when someone orders it. But but but, HK food for five days is a no-no. I dont see a difference in eating at Shop A or Shop B cause all of them taste the same, like some caterer kind of food. I can even memorise the menu by now. Shucks. Missing prata and nasi bryani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, shall post some pictures soon. Perhaps when I feel like it. Gotta prepare to get a shock out of my life now. Imagine striking purple hair. And damn. Its 45 mins and I havent rinse it off. =x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-6227218426667562369?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/6227218426667562369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=6227218426667562369' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/6227218426667562369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/6227218426667562369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2007/06/oh-yea.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-3053914553288729909</id><published>2007-06-08T02:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T02:56:31.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All you bitches, make me felt so touched. Damn. Anyway, thks my darling. I know its been hard on you. You gotta juggle with your uni stuffs, work, family and friends. I understand and I know that I shouldnt bother u bout small little things. And I didnt expect you to be in cahoots with Clar and waiting for me at the bus stop just to fetch me home. Gosh. Though its just a 15 mins drive for u but, I still feel bad and touched at the same time. Wrong timing for my menstrual cramp and moodswing yea? haha. love ya lots. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPUNKettes, we are going BIG! haha. Well, I really didnt expect St James to agree to hold a private launch for spunk. =D I love you guys. Do look out for it, its not only a spunk affair for spunkettes, also for NUM fanatics, clubbers, fashionistas and just everyone. Wondering, dreaming and smiling away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only spoiller - Phonetic symbols. I really dont know how am I going to go for the test when I cant spell any word using phonetic symbols without the use of Longman Online Dictionary. Shucks. Think I gotta get an mc cos I really know NUTS about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-3053914553288729909?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/3053914553288729909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=3053914553288729909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/3053914553288729909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/3053914553288729909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2007/06/all-you-bitches-make-me-felt-so-touched.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-7504371060050964440</id><published>2007-06-03T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T23:09:18.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Boohoohoo. My piggy is going somewhere without me. It means more than a week of boredom without him. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-7504371060050964440?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/7504371060050964440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=7504371060050964440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/7504371060050964440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/7504371060050964440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2007/06/boohoohoo.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-7711709652608343056</id><published>2007-06-03T03:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T03:50:53.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its been quite sometime since I laughed till i tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;I have a friend. Shes my greatest pal. Although we werent as close as we were before, shes always on my mind. Each time I see her, I'll laugh like I have never laughed before. Shes weird, weirdest girl ever known in the world history. She loves to chase me around the area whenever its her birthday. Last year, she held her bf's parang. This year, she chased me around with choc covered lips. And, she loves giving me kisses or rather, tries to kiss me. The first time I allowed her to kiss me was in 2005 and she actually kissed me on my lips. Scary girl yet, I love her. I hope I'll never miss any of her birthday till both of us drop dead. &lt;/em&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No point being jealous of my best friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-7711709652608343056?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/7711709652608343056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=7711709652608343056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/7711709652608343056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/7711709652608343056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-been-quite-sometime-since-i-laughed.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-6082412492776758846</id><published>2007-06-02T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T01:00:24.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hours ago, I wanted to say how much I felt loved. Now, forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to Bella, stop calling out to my heart. I dont think its of any use now or infuture. I am done with it this time round be it whats gonna be like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-6082412492776758846?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/6082412492776758846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=6082412492776758846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/6082412492776758846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/6082412492776758846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2007/06/hours-ago-i-wanted-to-say-how-much-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-4716953174519354885</id><published>2007-05-31T03:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T03:42:34.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Progress is a dirty word&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nice phrase used by a writer called Kenneth Tan in his travel article regarding his trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BeiJing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While many countries are struggling to progress in terms of their economy and in general, their country, many other aspects of their country actually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;deteriorating&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An example would most probably be Singapore. Mark said something which actually triggered me to stand in a different &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;position&lt;/span&gt; to view the issue faced by Spunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could remember what he said, although not exactly but the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;gist&lt;/span&gt; of the whole conversation is still in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youths aged 16-22 are manifested with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;american&lt;/span&gt; culture, so much that we lost our own culture. Lets face the facts peeps, our roots are from China. Be it how many generations ago, we still have that in our blood. Why do we look upon countries with rich cultures when we do not even treasure our own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, people who complained about SPUNK are narrow-minded. Not exactly. Its not that they couldn't keep up with our pace of "progress", its that they do not want to. It is a mindless struggle to save that tinge of our culture's rule to be conservative and low profiled when it comes to sexual content. I admit that my thoughts were polluted when the overall advertising plan was done up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not here to say that I am wrong. It is between our society's advertising freedom and our culture. If I have to make a stand, I am sorry but to say that, I would choose advertising freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Progress is definitely a dirty word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-4716953174519354885?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/4716953174519354885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=4716953174519354885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/4716953174519354885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/4716953174519354885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2007/05/progress-is-dirty-word-nice-phrase-used.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-2670488354068061631</id><published>2007-05-29T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T00:06:41.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E-learning. It was logical to think that e-learning assignments will be posted on blackboard isnt it? And I checked e-learning, I couldn't find it, I didnt had the assignments so I presumed that I dont really have to do it cos it WASNT on blackboard and there wasnt any notice about it. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because of an sms from my dear lecturer, I went around to look for everyone's number as I had zero cls mates from my elective. I finished it within the time limit despite the fact that I was very tired after a day's work. And this was what I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Received, but I'm afraid your excuse doesn't fly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So? Gonna mark me zero for that? Its okay. I can repeat my elective and fyi, I wouldnt choose Scriptwriting again because I am not interested in seeing ur face. Yap. Bitch about my attendance or anything. I was already kinda freaked out when she didnt teach me, yet she knows that I am Clar's gd friend. Okay. I shldn't have wasted my time doing it yea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shld have gone out and not bother about anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-2670488354068061631?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/2670488354068061631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=2670488354068061631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/2670488354068061631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/2670488354068061631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2007/05/e-learning.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-2997769064401985699</id><published>2007-05-28T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T22:24:16.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SPUNK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, look at all our posters, nicely done up and overall looks - full marks. Yet, there are complaints. "Suggestive, risky, obscene" How could these words be used on our ads which is going around SP. We had approval from our lecturers and the word SPUNK, was approved on director level. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; understand what that lecturer is thinking about. Personal advice, you are far too conservative. Advertising creates an impact on the viewer. Nothing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;esle&lt;/span&gt;. Except if one reads very much into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bleahx&lt;/span&gt;. Anyway, pretty much happy with the situation right now. =&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-2997769064401985699?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/2997769064401985699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=2997769064401985699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/2997769064401985699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/2997769064401985699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2007/05/spunk-oh-well-look-at-all-our-posters.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-7843553223468736336</id><published>2007-05-25T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T00:34:25.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The lack of updates is due to my hectic work schedule and bear in mind, its not like some fantastic useful jobs, its a dull and brainless promoter job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sad to say that being a promoter meant seeing the underside of nice racks. Its screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten facts about departmental stores:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Promoters CANT speak proper english. (Except me and Clarisse)&lt;br /&gt;Eg: ISLE as IS-LE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Product labels have lots of grammatical and spelling errors. ( Esp Bedlinen department)&lt;br /&gt;Eg: Switzerland as Switerland, Hungary as HUNGRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Underneath the nice shelves lies LOTS and LOTS of rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) There is no such thing called peace between promoters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) High price doesnt meant good quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) License labels can be made. Even without license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) 90% of the time, promoters are just smoking their way through. ( except for our company)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Promoters are ill treated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Look fierce and you can get things done in your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Usual Price is unusual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now you know more about the departmental stores that you frequent, yea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here is something even more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myownspunk.com/"&gt;www.myownspunk.com&lt;/a&gt; ---&gt; check it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-7843553223468736336?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/7843553223468736336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=7843553223468736336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/7843553223468736336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/7843553223468736336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2007/05/lack-of-updates-is-due-to-my-hectic.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-2117341543225750143</id><published>2007-05-14T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T17:40:04.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a time to get sick. Its a nice week before my e-learning week and I should be celebrating mother's day and here I am, sick and weak and being bullied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam actually made me treat pasta mania and most probably due to my poor health, I paid for it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt; am I think about? Shucks. Sat was a nice outing that turned out to be a disaster. Sad for Pat, he gotta pay for the damages for his car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Arent&lt;/span&gt; in the right state of mind, giddy and wanna rest but I felt really pissed off. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;, now I am gonna touch on an issue about respecting other's privacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Privacy came from the word private. It meant, your own things. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Smses&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hand phones&lt;/span&gt;, credit cards and stuffs are all our own private stuffs and respecting each other is a basic courtesy that we should have. So, here is the issue. How could anyone actually take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;someone's&lt;/span&gt; hp and read their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sms&lt;/span&gt;. Its already wrong and what makes it worse was actually replying without the owner's permission. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt; is the world becoming to? Even if its my bf, my husband or even my mum, its WRONG! esp when a rude tone comes along with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson to be learnt: Respect is a mutual thing. When you respect yr partner, your partner will do the same to you. If not, your relationship with people will be fucking screwed up. That explains why some people have a lot of friends while some are loners.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-2117341543225750143?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/2117341543225750143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=2117341543225750143' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/2117341543225750143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/2117341543225750143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-time-to-get-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-3149743208446891175</id><published>2007-05-11T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T01:41:26.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I cant help it but to comment something about the readership of my blog. What a funny request I got from a friend of mine who suggested that I should actually put a password for my blog to prevent someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;esle&lt;/span&gt; from reading it. Well, I guess its more of one's choice if that person decides to visit my blog everyday to find out updates on MY life. I felt really honoured that once again, I am a threat to somebody &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;esle's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;gf&lt;/span&gt;. But, I am sorry to say that it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; work this way. I am happy that someone actually bothers to read my blog and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;fyi&lt;/span&gt;, I am just celebrating my 100&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; entry here. Right now. And there you can see, what a pathetic blogger with a miserable 100 while others have already celebrated their 1000&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. And yet, there is still "readership". I do not quite like that term because more or less, most are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;passerbys&lt;/span&gt; who happened to chance upon my blog and to count readership, it would most probably be just ONE. Okay. Enough of bitchy talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; quite know whats happening to me but my gum actually bleed when I was with Chris at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;suntec&lt;/span&gt;. He was like "Hey. I think you are bleeding." The first thing that came straight to my mind was, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;erh&lt;/span&gt;. God, did I forgot my pad?" Well, then I realised that I tasted blood in my mouth. So ya. Shit right? I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; do much to stop the bleeding but to drink more ice water. The waitress at Crystal Jade should be kinda traumatised by the amount of water I drank within half an hour. Yap. 5-10 cups of ice water. And it turned out that cold stuffs actually could stop bleeding, thanks to Chris's brother &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;whos&lt;/span&gt; a doctor, Chris was quite well-verse with those emergency health stuffs. =D It got better after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Bens&lt;/span&gt;&amp;Jerry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is the question, why on hell would gums bleed for no reason? I was wondering if it was some gum disease or was it the mouth cancer that the smoking ad was supposed to look like minus the model and the made-up blood. Well, I shall visit the dentist soon and check what went wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;heres&lt;/span&gt; something really interesting about the Polar Bear thingy. I am like most Singaporean youths who do not read the newspaper though I am in a media course. So perhaps this topic is already outdated but anyway, I felt the urge to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This polar bear is called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Inuka&lt;/span&gt;. How could anyone actually let &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Inuka&lt;/span&gt; to continue living in Singapore with unbearable heat that even most Singaporeans couldn't tolerate? Not that I agree to would like it to be transferred with other zoos but, why not let it go back to its natural habitat? I am kinda sad over it although I am not really an animal conservation activist. But, its really kinda bullshit. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; really understand whats with zoos. Its like keeping animals away from their natural habitat. Its fun for humans to look at animals without having to take plane to somewhere &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;esle&lt;/span&gt;, but it is right for animals to be kept at somewhere far from their place and be an attraction? Animals do have a life of their own that they should actually explore and live with. Lets say, I'll keep you in my house, I'll be nice, let your parents stay with you. You are not allowed to leave home, I'll supply you meals, in turn, you have to put up a show for the visitors who are coming to look at you? How would you feel. All talks about human rights and why not let the animals speak up for their own animal rights. Ya. They cant speak &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; for sure, but I am sure their behaviour would tell. I know I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;arent&lt;/span&gt; some well-read people who can tell a book full of reasons for their actions but, all I know is a simple rule. We should respect every life, be it plants or animals. Well, its not that I have thought about going vegetarian in the near future or even not eating, but, eating is part of the life cycle that I couldn't stop. However, watching an animal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;isnt&lt;/span&gt; like a necessity. National Geographic and Planet Earth gives more than enough exposure to animal life instead of zoo that tries to cage the animals for people to watch their abnormal behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of ramblings. I know that this post &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;isnt&lt;/span&gt; gonna stop or change anything but, I just have to get it off my mind before I get nightmares of Polar bears with algae, swimming stereotypically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nights peeps and I cant help it but to say, DON, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;MUACKS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;MUACKS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Just a word of advice which is highly offensive. If you have a dog that you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; like it to interact with strangers or wander off when they are on the street, either blame it on the way you take care of it that irks it or use a dog lash. It helps better than screaming at it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-3149743208446891175?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/3149743208446891175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=3149743208446891175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/3149743208446891175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/3149743208446891175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-cant-help-it-but-to-comment-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-8776266159513183536</id><published>2007-05-10T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T12:00:47.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Birthday is over and I am officially 19. Old Hag. Shucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I dont know how much thank-yous I have to say to everyone who made my birthday a better one and someone who made it otherwise. Well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres a thank-you list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pauline: THANKS a million. I am really happy to see you at my birthday celebration. Thanks so much. Kinda disappointed when I cant sit beside you during the movie. =( But anyway, I love you. Muacks Muacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chengbo: CHENGBO GAVE ME A VIBRATOR! Lols. Not really but a vibrating toy. Lols. How cute is that. Specially flown in from Taiwan and it vibrates. Haha. LOLS. Anyway, thanks for helping me out in whatever larh. Creating chances or what but still, I love you larh. haha. Bella is cute. Not like Qiqi. I like bella better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarisse&amp;Gene: Thanks guys. The cage is really pretty. Serious. I love it but its a little heavy and I dont dare to hang it up. Haha. I love the gift you guys helped to decorate and whatever that made me happy on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hak: I knew it. You must be the one who chose the cage. Right?! Haha. You know me well man. I love that gift. Its artistic and nice. A nice ornament that I can keep for my new house when I get married. Dont worry, you wouldn't be spending on my marriage gift in the near future. Perhaps ten yrs more. And this time, I expect a gold or diamond cage k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siti: ROSES ARE FOREVER! Haha. Thanks manz. I was shocked when I saw the roses you bought for me. Thanks a million. Next time, Remember I love red roses and single stalk will do. But nevertheless, I love the rose you got for me, the perfume and also the cookie. But I have to say, sorry. The cookie was squashed flat. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat + Qing: Thanks ah. Get me a D24 Durian cake. WTF. How did you guys know/remember that I actually HATES durian. So much for so many years of friendship. Lols. But nevertheless, thanks pat. Thanks for making ur car stink of durians. Heh heh heh. And, send me the photos we took. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horping: I am sorry. Really Sorry. Perhaps it was the small piece of meat that caused the few days of misery. Haha. =x Well, I hope u got a little better and thanks for coming even though you werent feeling well. =D your tulip is still HERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam: Neh Neh Ni pu pu. Note the sequence. Hmmm. Well, thanks for that pokey. Was it spelt this way? I forgot. but, you are the kiamest guy larh. Lols. Thanks for all the broken canto squabbles. I just love it. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candy: BAKING GLOVES! thanks. its something that I'll need soon. Haha. I'll dedicate the first batch of cookies to you. Love ya lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mervyn: You are the earliest who wished me happy birthday! YAY! congrats and thanks larhs. I know you care and thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, thanks Don. Thanks ah. I am still fucking pissed when I recall about that day. Humph. Whats with that larh. ITS MY BIRTHDAY. and you couldn't make it not because of any serious reason. For one stupid reason. I bet you dont even dare to mention larhs. But anyway, thanks. Thanks for that choc that you went to get and ended up having high fever. Gosh. I was joking when I said you better get a gift before you meet me. I didnt really mean it. Its okay. You still owe me our anniversary gift.  You better get it before you meet me this weekend. Dont fucking forget if not, you'd be dead. No. Sorry. You'll suffer. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Enough of the thanks and I wanna say, I feel happy. Haha. Someone is finally giving more attention to me. YAY! haha. Haha. Well, I cant help it but to smile whenever he does something stupid. okay. Thats infatuation. But still, SO CUTE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-8776266159513183536?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/8776266159513183536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=8776266159513183536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/8776266159513183536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/8776266159513183536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2007/05/birthday-is-over-and-i-am-officially-19.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-8132165021404899256</id><published>2007-04-29T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T00:08:30.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmmmm. additional people that I forgot to add on to my thanksgiving list. Well. here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MISTY: Sorry princess misty, I forgot to add u in on my first entry. Thousand apologies~ Hmmmm. Thanks for being misty. Haha. I lost the momentum for writing all the notes for you guys. but ya. Thanks. you are always on the same frequency as me when it comes to basketball. Thanks for all the basketball sessions we had together. It was great. I just went for a little basketball session today and I really missed those time we had. So, game for it sometime soon? I guess so. And thanks for that leather mongolian waterbottle with tons of bandung. Shit u. Well, if it wasnt you, I wouldn't have so much fun during my secondary four. Still thanks for everything you made possible, be it basketball matches, or our friendship. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leonard: Although I arent very close to you but still, I wanna write something about you. Haha. YOU ARE SO FUN! I am serious. Be it conversations or just disturbing each other, you entertained me in the midst of the boring sch hours and project works. And also, thanks for all the introduction to funny videos. (yea, you know what i meant) =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eien Kisu: My best online pal. Hey. Thanks for being there when I was very sad and you did cheered me up alot. Haha. And also thanks for introducing me 'heavily broken' by veronicas. I really loved that song alot. Its been sometime since we last chat online. perhaps due to our sch works and stuffs but, just wanna let you know, i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JC: Its funny to dedicate a thanksgiving post to someone who hates me, but still thanks for being in my life. You are the one who cared for me alot and I enjoyed myself when I was with you. And thanks for showing me the truth to guy's cowardice. As in I didnt blame you. If it was me, I would have done it the same way as you did. But still, I was too naive in the past. And because of your appearance, I know who I really loved. Thanks so much. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My darling Jason brother: You managed to win Clarisse by 3 years. Yap. I know you since you were bornt. And I saw you through the growing up stages. From photos of you on your baby cod to photos with the infamous Fandi Ahmad and till now, cute little 15 year old guy with a gf. Haha. I could never thank you enough for all the fun and joy you brought to me at home, for all the mischieves and nevertheless, for the sweet little birthday piece of drawing you gave me when you were in p5. Couldnt thank you enough but still, I am glad I had a brother like you. Without you, things wouldnt be the same for me. =D Love ya lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all for today. Slping time. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-8132165021404899256?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/8132165021404899256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=8132165021404899256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/8132165021404899256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/8132165021404899256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2007/04/hmmmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-175549237696082652</id><published>2007-04-28T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T23:19:32.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It’s a week to my birthday, yet, I am not feeling that excitement I used to have when I was a kid. Perhaps kelz is right, I am less humane nowadays. Nevertheless, I would like to make this a Thanksgiving post though it’s not the Thanksgiving season. Bear with me, it will be a long list, and if I accidentally miss out on anyone, feel free to scold me. I deserve it. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pauline: Hey. Thanks for all those beautiful secondary school days that you gave me. Compared to others, I felt that I was much fortunate. I met someone whom I really took as my "bestest" friend and, up till now, you never left my heart, not even for a second. I am really sorry for what I did in the past, for neglecting you guys. But from now on, I learnt that friends are those who will stick through thick and thin with. Relationships come and go. And, I think you are my "truest" friend. I don’t know whets happening to our friendship for the past one year. What I felt was that you'll only be there for me whenever I feel down and unhappy. Yet, you never bothered about me when I am fine. Perhaps I am just too sensitive. Anyway, pls don’t ever run away from me again. You meant so much to me.  So cheerios to our 6 years friendship and I LOVE YOU. I mean it. I really do. It’s beyond words that I can convey all everything I felt for you but, I think you know how I feel. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarisse: Bitch. Its 12 years and still counting. I bet you are the one who knows almost everything about me and we see each other going through our teenage, through all the stages. From a primary school kiddo, to secondary sch rebellious bitches and till now, SLUT. haha. I can never tell you how much u meant to me because our friendship is beyond words. I have too many thankyous to tell you larh. I'll try to keep it short and sweet. Thank you for being there for me, thank you for cooking food for me, thank you for pon-tenning sch with me, thank you for slping with me during lectures so I wont look so stupid, thank you for entertaining me, thank you for cam-whoring with me, thank you for all the overnights, thank you for everything larh. Aiya. too long and I am lazy. Nevertheless, thank you for being in my life. Hope to see you even when my hair turns grey and my teeth start dropping. Or rather even on my death bed. HAHA. I love you too. =D Muackies. WAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chengbo: Gosh. You are always the one I rely on most. Be it hungry, bored or sick, you'll forever top my dial list. Sorry. I didn’t take you as a Pilipino maid, perhaps just too used to you that I mistook my brother for you. Without you, life will never be the same. At least not for the 10 mins speed delivery. And damn you for making me worried all the time. You always say that you have to worry about me, no matter where you are but, it never occurred to you that I worry about you too. DAMN ASS. How bastard can you be? Stop playing online games and talk to me online more often. Anyway, still Thanks for every single thing you do for me. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrick: Lei yao hak yao chao ah! Seriously, I don’t mean it. And no matter what, I won’t find you irritating at all because you are Patrick Tan. As compared to Adam, I think you are a little bit better looking and of cos, you aren’t as kiam as him. I can imagine your dumb face laughing and telling Adam, trying to piss him off. I had a lot of fun with you, I really love being your friend. At least, we can get movie tickets at a cheaper price. LOLS. Okay larh. I have friendship and I love you for who you are. Cheerios to our friend ship. And Also, I forgot, thanks for all the free rides I hitched ever since you got your license. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam: The first thing I am gonna say to you is TIU LEH ah. Fuck u bitch. I am fat, ugly, act cute, disgusting, stupid, moronic, lame. k? You don’t have to remind me every single day. And for that, you deserve no sakae treat. WAHAHAHAHA. Get pissed. Nevertheless,  what I said this afternoon when I was in train, I meant it. Seriously, I think I gotta repeat it all just to promote you to whomever that might be reading my blog. I hope that buckteeth girl will chance upon my blog. Hmmm. You are the one I argue with most and the one I LOVE arguing with. I don’t know why, perhaps it’s our chemistry that’s running high. But, you are really cute looking. I won’t say handsome because I hate that specs of yours. And I wanna thank you for being my friend and helping me out in whatever-you-know-that-others-don’t. Love you too larh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horping: Haha. You are the one that I never talked to very much even though we are in the same clique. Well, it’s interesting why we never had any common topics. Cb say I shld spend more time and break the wall between us. But, it takes two hands to clap. Unless you hate me as a friend, if not, TALK TO ME MORE OFTEN. And thks for letting me copy your homework when we are in 4/6. If not I guess Ms Chua will see me after school for the entire 2 years. Don’t worry, I wont forget to thk you for all the rides home too. =D Hope you'd love that stitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XIQING: Oh my. I almost missed out my cutest Xiqing. Of all my friends, you are the one that made me wait the longest. Be it pangseh or whatsoever, I don’t think you are ever on time. Can you tell me why? And, I love you for being so bimbotic. Cutie sweetie pie. Hahaa. Anyway, what can I thank you about? Well. Thank you for being late? Or thank you for pangseh-ing me? Oh ya. Thank you for being late. If its not because of your punctuality problem, I wouldn’t be so independent and I wouldn’t fare well in self entertaining. Haha. Whatever it is, I love you because YOU ARE MY FRIEND. love ya lots lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAK: I am jealous of you. My mum likes you and don’t like me. =( Boohoohoo! You are one of those whom I had lots of stuffs to thank you about. But I don’t know where to start! First of all, thank you for being there when I needed you. Thank you for Mrs. Fieldz. Thank you for all that you have done, all the cigs that you sponsored me and all the time you tried to entertain me. I really love every single moment we spent together. I seldom had close Malay friends because most of them wouldn’t agree with what I do and, its hard to compromise on food too. YOU are the special one. Haha. Muackkz. I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelz: First of all, congrats and good luck to your relationship with Sabrina. She’s cute and REALLY nice. The first feeling she gave me was, "SHES ULTRA NICE AND EASY GOING". Yap. You found the right one man. Ya. I am supposed to thank you instead of praising her. Hmmmm. You are the one whom I sought for advices and intellectual talks. The most matured guy I ever know. Thanks for protecting me like your little sister and everything you do, I know that you have a good reason and I never blamed you for anything before. The guy I trust most and also, the nicest guy I know. haha. I don’t know what esle to say larh. I am not that good in expressing my inner thoughts because I am shy. Haha. I know you wanna puke but bear with me for awhile k? Lastly, thanks for all the nights at bishan house. That place made me felt like home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melody: You are the most xiao-jie girl I know. Always dressed up in skirt and heels, and always so gentle. Perhaps because of this, I feel an urge to protect you. And thks for being so fragile because I always yearn for a younger sis and you made me felt like an older sis. =D Thanks for everything you did for me, be it looking for hot guys or just entertaining me on the phone. I can never thank you enough for all these years of accompaniment and friendship. I love you. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candy: I haven’t been in touch with you for quite sometime but still, our friendship runs back to the secondary school orientation camp. Haha. Well, there is a lot that I wanna  thank you for too. Thanks for being the one who woke me up from that obsession. I can still remember the sentence you told me. "Because of your own obsession, you are hurting everyone esle who cares for you." Thks. If it wasn’t you who reminded me, I might still be drowning my sorrows because of him. And, I also have to apologize for that kiddish quarrel we had almost a year ago. I didn’t know how to say sorry. But, here it is, SORRY. I hope you don’t take it to heart. Cheerios and I love you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farid: Hey, dude. I hereby crown you as the bitchest bastard. Haha. From the very first day I know you, I knew you'll be one of my closest friend in school. We have tons of stuffs to bitch about. Thanks for being so insecured (nicer word for vain). If its not for your vanity, I wouldn't care so much about image. haha. And carry on losing weight. Soon you'll be anorexic. Be my next size 0 model for the lacey man wear pls. Love ya lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mervyn: Well, before thanksgiving, I shall apologize for all the dates that I pangsehed you. Opps. =x Anyway, I love the way you care for me. Always letting me do whatever I want as long as it doesn’t piss you off. And thanks for that bear full of roses. Its on my tv and I can look at it every time I watch tv. You are always on my mind. =DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam Ng: 9 days more to our birthday. Well, I think I celebrated 3 birthdays with you? Somewhere there. And thanks for everything too. I can still remember the first gift you gave me. It was a dolphin necklace with blue crystal. haha. See. I have friendship k? I bet you don’t even remember giving me that. Thanks for all the irritation I got from you. You and those emerald guys spiced up my secondary sch life and indirectly strengthened my friendship with Pauline. I ought to thank you for it. If it wasn’t you guys, me and pauline might not be on talking terms after Fujin's incident. Hope to see you soon. And don’t forget about my birthday gift this year. k? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: I miss you sooooo much. Gosh. Well, although our friendship wasn’t really very close but still, I wanna thank you for everything. Thanks for cheering me up when I am down, thanks for entertaining me whenever I needed someone, thanks for all the excitements and also, thanks for all the advice. Do call me when you reach SG. I really wanna catch up with you on your latest goings. And you are always on my mind too. Stay cool, dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny: You occupied the most time during my maturing period and definitely, you contributed alot to whoever I am right now. Thanks for all the love and concern you showered on me during the year when we were together. I never had any bfs I felt so much for. Be it positive or negative, I really cant thank you enough. You taught me through the hard way, how to grow stronger. And all the problems that we had with my parents made my family bond grow stronger. Without you, I wouldn’t know what I would have became of today. Thanks so much for everything. Anyway, I still love you alot, but not in the same way as before. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don: You are the last on my thanksgiving list because I had too much to thank you for. I learnt an important lesson from our relationship too. And of cause, all the care and concern that you showered on me, all the expensive gifts and stuffs. Still, I wanna tell you something, without the expensive gifts, treats and whatsoever, I'll still love you for who you are because I just love you. Anything that you give, be it sweets or what, as long as you sincerely want me to own it because you think I'll like it, I'll love it. If it wasn’t because of you, I wouldn’t recover from the breakup with Kenny. Without you, I would never experience matured kind of love. You gave me chances to go through what I wouldn’t have thought I would and I learnt to see things from a different view instead of standing from my point of view, blaming others for what had happened. FYI, I never blamed or hate you at all. Although I couldn't have you, I realized love isn’t all about having the other party. All I wanna do is to cheer you up whenever you are down and protect you. I know its always been the other way round but, I hope that you will share your burden with me and not carry it around and still trying to share my burden. I don’t wanna be a addition baggage to you. And thanks for making that choice too. If not, I wouldn’t grow this strong. Although in kelz point of view, I lost a great deal of humanity and emotions but, I think it is better for me. At least, I wouldn’t be crying all day long and missing out on everything esle. And because of your choice, I am clear of what I shld be doing instead of fantasizing about our future. I am glad that you appeared because you lead me through love, agony, frustration, jealousy and everything that I might never had a chance to. I love you and I wish you all the best. Last but not least, thks for loving me and I am honored being the girl you love most. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is one of the longest post I had. But worry not, I aren’t committing suicide or what. Its just a moment of urge that I wanna thank everyone for everything. But threes too many people for me to thank. I even wanna thank the sp toilet cleaners for making the toilets clean for usage. Guess I shall just stop here and watch my tv show! GOSH! SHUCKS, I MISSED 7 fucking mins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-175549237696082652?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/175549237696082652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=175549237696082652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/175549237696082652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/175549237696082652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-week-to-my-birthday-yet-i-arent.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-7431128745617835683</id><published>2007-04-14T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T17:05:28.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The whole Zouk thing ended up with 8 people only. =( Not that much of a last party before sch starts. Anyway, I gonna miss Hak since hes interning soon. Goshhh, cant imagine hows life gonna be in sch without such a gd smoking kaki. Well, it was quite a nice night flirting with Siti and Clar instead of the hot guys there. They are turning me les. God! I am straight. Serious. As in I dont find it any problem not being straight but, dont make me appear to be not straight if not, straight people might not want me anymore. Then, it will make me officially not straight when I AM straight. okie. Blabbering nonsensical stuff while waiting for 5.30. Gotta go steamboat session with Pat and company. Still waiting. Waiting and waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its weird, I quite like it but somehow I arent getting in there. Still wanna enjoy singlehood for awhile more.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-7431128745617835683?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/7431128745617835683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=7431128745617835683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/7431128745617835683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/7431128745617835683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2007/04/whole-zouk-thing-ended-up-with-8-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-7349638246635941902</id><published>2007-04-13T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T01:55:41.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my god. Hak praised me. HAK praised me. He said I look pretty and demure today. Gosh. Thks to Levi's. Thanks to Curve Hair's Kelly, Thanks to mango and Thanks to pull n bear. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, call me smartie. I figured out how to put on fake nails on my own. You gotta leave the glue to dry before sticking. WAHHAAHA. tried thrice before I got it right, without ANY help okie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting and waiting. Waiting for someone to finish bathing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-7349638246635941902?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/7349638246635941902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=7349638246635941902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/7349638246635941902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/7349638246635941902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2007/04/oh-my-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-3361047478237868461</id><published>2007-04-10T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T01:29:34.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went for 98.7 stripped show or something like that. Gosh. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Shan&lt;/span&gt; Wee is SO hot. Jeopardy HOT! I am so obsessed with his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gd&lt;/span&gt; figure, great looks and 1.94 height. Oh my. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Okie&lt;/span&gt;. Nevertheless, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Rivermaya&lt;/span&gt; was great, esp "You'll be safe here". "Close your eyes Dry your tears &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt;' when nothing seems clear, you'll be safe here." Another one that got me was "A Love to share".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/rivermaya"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/rivermaya&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Zouk&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt;. Any takers?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-3361047478237868461?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/3361047478237868461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=3361047478237868461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/3361047478237868461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/3361047478237868461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2007/04/went-for-98.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-5180506087185018978</id><published>2007-04-06T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T23:02:43.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blogging at the lounge of Batam View Beach Resort or something like that. Gosh. Theres seriously no night life with my younger brother as this place is filled with my dad's colleague. Scary. It seems like everywhere I go, people know that I am Mr Koo's daughter. And some even say they see me grow up. Its been years since I last when for the my dad's company trips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went out in the noon with my mum to a so called biggest shopping centre in Batam. Megamall, I supposed. Its SO small. Not even comparable to Jurong Point. However, the brandeds there are super cheap. Its just that I didnt have enough time, if not, I shall get the Armani specs. Its like original and cost less than a hundred for the frame. Nevertheless, got myself a cheap deal. A pair of Levis for just seventy dollars. Wahahaha. Bought it for fun since many people arent used to seeing me in long jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scenery here is kinda unique. Theres tons of barren land and the houses here seems more like village like huts. A different view from Singapore. Furthermore, the roads are without street lights. If clar comes here, I bet she'll knock down tons of trees. =x Better shutup before she retracts that offer to a face to face session with Rivermaya. I arent actually sure who are they. =x Okie. my bro is hungry again. Shall accompany him instead of letting him watch me post. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss alot of people. I miss singapore, I miss viceroy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-5180506087185018978?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/5180506087185018978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=5180506087185018978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/5180506087185018978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/5180506087185018978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2007/04/blogging-at-lounge-of-batam-view-beach.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-7176491860593572984</id><published>2007-04-06T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T02:05:03.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I heard a song which sounded like thai in hp's car. It was actually canto. And I cant get it out of my mind right now. Sickening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday CB! Sorry for not being able to join you guys for overnight mahjong. At least I accompanied you for ONE hour of your birthday. Too tired to continue. Didnt had gd slp for the past dont know how many nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont buy white choc strawberry mousse cake from Chocz. Gosh. Ask xy, hp, adam, cb if you dont believe how terrible it is. Its totally sour and damn that counter guy to recommend me that. Shucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-7176491860593572984?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/7176491860593572984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=7176491860593572984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/7176491860593572984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/7176491860593572984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-heard-song-which-sounded-like-thai-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-4637693789085613924</id><published>2007-04-05T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T01:02:20.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate it not being able to be in Sg for a long weekend. God. I wonder how many times I have been stucked in a beach resort just for my dad's company's whatever they call it. Gotta go for the weekend, sit down for a dinner with tons of unknown people and answer tons of questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If theres god, Save me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-4637693789085613924?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/4637693789085613924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=4637693789085613924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/4637693789085613924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/4637693789085613924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-hate-it-not-being-able-to-be-in-sg.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-5991580441384592200</id><published>2007-04-04T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T10:56:40.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry. but the birthday gift i wish for have to be changed. No more of that sorta commitment but I want revenge. No. Retribution for that someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dont&lt;/span&gt; think girls are stupid. Now, I am standing up for the little dignity and pride that I must have as a girl. I hope she does too. I feel sad for both me and her, for all that he did to us. I never felt angry at her, not even for a second because its not our fault. But, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; feel angry at him, just very disappointed. I very much wanna believe that its just his indecisiveness that lead to this but, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know what I am feeling right now. A state of confusion, never to trust a guy again. A very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;impt&lt;/span&gt; lesson in my life. But at least, I am proud of myself to pluck my courage and confronted her, if not, I bet I'll be the stupidest person on earth, thinking that its my fault for throwing my temper. And wondering what size &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;shld&lt;/span&gt; he wear for the shirt I saw and how nice would he look in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna gym. I wanna run. I wanna sweat. I wanna drop dead. I wanna wanna wanna get TIRED. and I mean real tired that I die on the spot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-5991580441384592200?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/5991580441384592200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=5991580441384592200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/5991580441384592200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/5991580441384592200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2007/04/sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-7256968133102552362</id><published>2007-03-30T02:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T13:02:31.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, yap. A talk with Chris reminded me that MY BIRTHDAY IS COMING SOON. In like a month plus? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lols&lt;/span&gt;. A little too early to do up my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wish list&lt;/span&gt;, but anyway, I shall. Cos I have nothing to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A Guess bag ( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;. either the new vintage looking medium size one or a medium size guess print bag)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A Nike bag ( Well, it looks a little like a canvas suitcase, but with nice prints of course. No sling nor tote. I think Mel got one which is the pink. But, I like the green one better)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sony &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ericsson's&lt;/span&gt; K810i (reserved for my family to get for me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tons of pretty brassiere ( Remember, its 80C)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Vouchers from specifically: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;TopShop&lt;/span&gt;, Fox, Mango, Zara, Pull n Bear. No &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;NTUC&lt;/span&gt; vouchers &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;pls&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Webcam&lt;/span&gt;, since my damn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;webcam&lt;/span&gt; is so blurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Flowers? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;LOls&lt;/span&gt;. My new resolution is to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Accessories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A peaceful meal with all of my buddies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Clar&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Hak&lt;/span&gt;, Don, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Kelz&lt;/span&gt;, Chris, Pauline, Mel, Pat, hp, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Qing&lt;/span&gt;, Adam &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Ng&lt;/span&gt; and Gan, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Farid&lt;/span&gt;, MIA &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Siti&lt;/span&gt;, perhaps Kenny, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;JC&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Biggest wish: a secret. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;. well, i gotta give a little hint. Some sort of a commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;That's it&lt;/span&gt; for now, perhaps more coming up. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Lols&lt;/span&gt;. Buy me the entire world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-7256968133102552362?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/7256968133102552362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=7256968133102552362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/7256968133102552362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/7256968133102552362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2007/03/well-yap.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-1888983523108955788</id><published>2007-03-30T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T01:43:43.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Say goodbye to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;merlion&lt;/span&gt; hair and lets welcome my sweet, innocent image. Gosh. As I was sitting at the salon, I couldn't believe that I actually allowed the hairstylist to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;rebond&lt;/span&gt; my hair. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; really remember what I was doing when I agreed to it. Anyway, the effect was just as expected. It made my face look like a piece of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;prata&lt;/span&gt; and some seaweed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;stuck&lt;/span&gt; on top of my head. But but but, surprisingly, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; laugh at me as much as he did to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;merlion&lt;/span&gt; hair. Thank god. Perhaps it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; that ugly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;afterall&lt;/span&gt;, just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;insecured&lt;/span&gt; about my new image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats been on my mind these few days was about her. Pauline Tan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Bao&lt;/span&gt; Ling. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Lols&lt;/span&gt;. I couldn't believe my luck that I chanced upon Sky on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;IRC&lt;/span&gt;. ( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Dont&lt;/span&gt; take me as some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;irc&lt;/span&gt; freaks. Blame in on some damn fucker who loves to spam my number on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Irc&lt;/span&gt;. Just trying to be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;cyber&lt;/span&gt; cop by myself and find out who the fuck it was.) Anyway, it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; my day and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; get to know who was it and instead, found that I was banned in tons of channels. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; know why, but somehow it did. So talked to sky instead of trying. And that conversation with him made me felt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; better. Somehow, it felt like an old friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;reminiscing&lt;/span&gt; the past instead of my friend's ex bf. And somehow, Pauline got into the picture and we started a three person conversation through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;smses&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;msn&lt;/span&gt;. Its been almost a year since we last had a good conversation. And, the last conversation was most probably about Kenny. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Thats&lt;/span&gt; so sad right? Gosh. Kenny was like my PAST X 100 times. And, to think that shes my best buddy. I am so envious of Sky and that bunch of guys we used to hang out with. At least, they still meet up no matter how tight their schedules are. Hope that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;meeting later will be successful. I do hope so. I miss them so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Kelz&lt;/span&gt;: Since you said so, I have decided to trust time again. Let time tell me if hes the one for me. I hope that he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; betray my trust again because this is the last time I am going to trust him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Everyone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;esle&lt;/span&gt; except &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;hak&lt;/span&gt;: Feel free to click on the link that says "Handsome &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Hak&lt;/span&gt;". Note the " ". Scare him, tag him and stalk him. Its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;okie&lt;/span&gt;. =D Free &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;hak&lt;/span&gt; with purchase of Clarisse. While stock last.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-1888983523108955788?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/1888983523108955788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=1888983523108955788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/1888983523108955788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/1888983523108955788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2007/03/say-goodbye-to-my-merlion-hair-and-lets.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-3092132113959061984</id><published>2007-03-23T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T23:28:36.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TMNT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay. I watched it today. Lols. =DDDDDDDDD Its like relieving my childhood craze for these turtles. They are just sooooo cute. The story wasnt really much fantastic, but still, it acts more as an experience to recall those times when I were younger, watching those turtles move around the sewage and how they fight the evil powers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neh neh ni pu pu. I watched it before all of u guys watch. Heh heh. Thank god the movie time was just right, if not I bet I would have missed it again like all the other shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the Spunk training was held in school today. And WE ARE THE PR TEAM. Wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hope that he wasnt lying. I sincerely do hope so though I wasnt much convinced. Perhaps I know him to well that there wasnt even a tiny weeny bit of confidence left. So much for preaching love and telling me how much he felt for me. I do enjoy his companion yet, I dont understand whats going through his mind. Was he just trying to have the best of both worlds or was he really just guilty and didnt wanna hurt someone hes indebted to? I just hope that all that he said was true and not lies. And why is she reading my blog and questioning him about stuffs. I really hope that we can live a few days without her existence, so that I can know more about whats he thinking. A few days will do. And I dont understand why the fuck is she holding on when she knows that his "bf" is fooling around for so long. Well, perhaps shes holding on because of the same reason, love. And perhaps he was the one leading both of us on. Hurt and I wanna run. As far as I could, out of the town, out of his heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-3092132113959061984?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/3092132113959061984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=3092132113959061984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/3092132113959061984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/3092132113959061984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2007/03/tmnt-yay.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-6098097437770073930</id><published>2007-03-20T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T01:17:15.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just came back from a night trip to school. Wasnt really pleasant but ended off quite nicely. Its really peaceful in school during hols, not a soul around and great atmosphere. I would definitely love to have a little camp with all my friends in school. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine a cup of tea peng and a pack of cigs and just rotting in the aircon study room at t16. Gosh. great. and i miss school. Its seems like years since I last went to sch. 04! I miss you guys. Thank god theres a chalet tmr. =DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went through some stuffs while packing my room. Saw the valentines' day card someone gave me. I seriously understand whats he going through cos I am going through the same shit too. I dont know what to do to make him feel better and thats why I chose not to lead him on even though I really wanna know him better. As in maybe we started off differently. Things would be much better if you didnt tell me your feelings. For me, I cant fall in love with someone without knowing him first. And I sincerely wish you all the best with whoever you mean in our conversation the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, another part of what I want to say would most probably be about the crisis or rather not really crisis, perhaps just a little bumper for kelz. I dont know whats going on right now cos I cant read ur mind. I hope that no matter what, I'll be here for you. Dont hesitate to tell me because I am more than willing to lend you a listening ear. Although I might not have biz brains like you but, I hope that my tiny weeny nonsensical contributions would help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall stop for now and entertain Rummy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-6098097437770073930?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/6098097437770073930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=6098097437770073930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/6098097437770073930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/6098097437770073930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2007/03/just-came-back-from-night-trip-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-7692644487070704499</id><published>2007-03-18T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T14:31:28.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First of all, I am gonna declare that I am officially bored. Its a sunday afternoon and yet I have nothing to do. So here I am, copying stuffs from Eien Kisu's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my wordpress blog is up. And it should be mostly pw protected. Guess if you guys want to. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting from Q18 cos the first 17 questions is a complete waste of time. (although I have alot of time but I choose not to waste them like that. yea?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Innie or Outtie: Out of cause.&lt;br /&gt;19. Lefty or Righty: Right.&lt;br /&gt;20. Gay, Straight, Bi or Others: Obviously, Straight.&lt;br /&gt;21. Best Friends: Hak, Clar, Kelz, Mel, Pat, Pauline, XQ, Adam and someone special, Don&lt;br /&gt;22. Best friends you trust most: Actually, all. esp Don, Hak, Clar and Kelz&lt;br /&gt;23. Favourite Pals: Perhaps you might wanna ask pals that I dislike the most.&lt;br /&gt;24. Best Friend of opposite sex: HAK&lt;br /&gt;25. Best Buddies: Best friends = Favourite pals = Best Buddies&lt;br /&gt;26. Boyfriend or Girlfriend: I am looking for a boyfriend and I have many girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;27. Crush: The cute guy with denim jacket and jeans I saw at the nokia floor skillz on 17th March at around 4.30pm. &lt;br /&gt;28. Parents: I have them. I dont pop out from a rock or drop from the sky.&lt;br /&gt;29. Worst Enemy: I dont think I do have.&lt;br /&gt;30. Favourite online guy: Eien Kisu lorhs. =D&lt;br /&gt;31. Favourite online girl: I dont go around knowing girls.&lt;br /&gt;32. Craziest friend: Adam&lt;br /&gt;33. Advice Friend: Kelz, Hak, Clar, Adam, Chris&lt;br /&gt;34. Loudest Friend: Pat and Adam&lt;br /&gt;35. Person you cry with: of cause, CLARISSE POH.&lt;br /&gt;36. Any sisters: nope&lt;br /&gt;37. Any brothers: Two.&lt;br /&gt;38. Any pets: If soft toys and barbie are counted as pets.&lt;br /&gt;39. Any disease: -&lt;br /&gt;40. Pager: used to when I was in primary school. Laugh.&lt;br /&gt;41. Personal phone line: 91995241&lt;br /&gt;42. Phone: Moto(Red) Save the africans, pls. Buy it now, $68 with 2 years plan, $298 w/o plan&lt;br /&gt;43. Lave Lamp: nope&lt;br /&gt;44. Pool or hot tub: Pool&lt;br /&gt;45. A car: I am aiming to get one.&lt;br /&gt;46. Your personality: Or my self perceived personality? anyway, whiny, noisy, funny, perhaps just a little tiny whiny bit of bimbo genes.&lt;br /&gt;47. Driving: I would LOVE to.&lt;br /&gt;48. Room: Pretty in green.&lt;br /&gt;49. Whats missing: A status.&lt;br /&gt;50. School: Singapore Polytechnic&lt;br /&gt;51. Bed: From Ikea&lt;br /&gt;52. Relationship with parents: good question. I might be seeking for too much.&lt;br /&gt;53. Believe in yourself: more than luck.&lt;br /&gt;54. Believe in love at first sight: nope&lt;br /&gt;55. Good listener: I do hope that I am one to others.&lt;br /&gt;56. Get along well with parents: alright.&lt;br /&gt;57. Save e-mail convos: Nope&lt;br /&gt;58. Pray: When I am watching a horror film.&lt;br /&gt;59. Believe in reincarnation: Matrix world works better for me.&lt;br /&gt;60. Make fun of people: Used to.&lt;br /&gt;61. Like to talk on the phone: Yap. Depends on who.&lt;br /&gt;62. Want to get married: Definitely.&lt;br /&gt;63. Like to drive: hope to.&lt;br /&gt;64. Motion Sickness: YAP&lt;br /&gt;65. Eat stem of broccoli: yappppp. I love broccoli.&lt;br /&gt;66. Eat chicken with fork: Like duh, obviously.&lt;br /&gt;67. Dream in colours: I cant discard colour information in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;68. Type with your fingers on home role: Yap&lt;br /&gt;69. Sleep with stuff animals: Not animals. But cartoon characters, yap. Hello Kitty.&lt;br /&gt;70. Next to you: Table with a sewing machine and fan on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;71. On the walls of your room: Green paint, notice board, tons of post cards.&lt;br /&gt;72. On your mousepad: black leather like surface&lt;br /&gt;73. Dream car: Anything esp those small and cute ones.&lt;br /&gt;74. Dream date: Had one of my lifetime. And I love it.&lt;br /&gt;75. Dream honeymoon spot: Beach resort near a small little town.&lt;br /&gt;76. Dream husband or wife: 175 and above, hardworking, nice and comfy to be with, common interest and of cause, someone who loves me.&lt;br /&gt;77. Bedtime: 3-4am.&lt;br /&gt;78. Under your bed: Boogey man&lt;br /&gt;79. Single most important question: Is this the day today?&lt;br /&gt;80. Bad time of the day: 11-12pm&lt;br /&gt;81. Your worst fear: Insects crawling all over my body.&lt;br /&gt;82. The weather: Cooling.&lt;br /&gt;83. Time: 1427&lt;br /&gt;84. Date: 03rd March'07&lt;br /&gt;85. Best trick did on someone: congrats to Mr Xian Zhang for eating choc coated dog biscuits.&lt;br /&gt;86. Theme song: =D&lt;br /&gt;87. Hardest thing about growing up: Learning how to fall out of love.&lt;br /&gt;88. Funniest experience: Cant remember.&lt;br /&gt;89. Scariest experience: I had once. Only my closest friends know of it.&lt;br /&gt;90. Silliest thing you have ever said: Dont remember.&lt;br /&gt;91. Most desperate and funniest thing i have done to get the opposite sex: Havent done so.&lt;br /&gt;92. Scariest thing while you are with your friends: Sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;93. Worst feeling: going cold turkey.&lt;br /&gt;94. Best feeling in the world: Bbq and steamboat with the usual six of us. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-7692644487070704499?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/7692644487070704499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=7692644487070704499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/7692644487070704499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/7692644487070704499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2007/03/first-of-all-i-am-gonna-declare-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-4177757270822520880</id><published>2007-03-11T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T01:32:10.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;One labyrinth in process- &lt;/em&gt;Guess a 7 alphabet word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its using up all my brain juice to try and decipher &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kelz's&lt;/span&gt; new blog entry. Can anyone with fabulous brains help me with it? I am offering a reward of one chicken chop and one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;teh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;peng&lt;/span&gt;. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yap. I guess I am gonna start a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wordpress&lt;/span&gt; blog like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;kelz&lt;/span&gt;. But that will be at a later date. Not now cos I am having a foul mood today no matter how much shit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hak&lt;/span&gt; did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of stuffs during these two days and I am pretty much sure that it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;pms&lt;/span&gt;. I am losing confidence in our r/s these couple of days. As in was that so hard to say? Or perhaps he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;jus&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; wanna do it. A good question for me to ponder on. Mel and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Kelz&lt;/span&gt; told me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of truthful stuffs which may influence me in my thinking these days. But I did some serious analysis and realised that yap. I couldn't see the picture clearly and the solutions that we came up with wasn't even matured. Whats the point of creating another lie to cover up our mistakes? I believe that the Jasmine today &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;isnt&lt;/span&gt; that weak and I am able to take the blow up and be old enough to know what to do and what not to do. Whats the point of hanging on to me to be afraid that I'll be hurt because I was hurt already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hide hide and hide. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Thats&lt;/span&gt; what I was doing and this time, should I be hiding for the rest of my life? I might as well get some normal guys who care for me will do. Whats the point of hanging on to the so called love, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;jus&lt;/span&gt; to get myself hurt? I think I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; see the point anymore when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;theres&lt;/span&gt; not even security, not even status, not even the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not put yourselves in my shoes? (I am saying it for all the guys who fell in love with someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;esle&lt;/span&gt; instead of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;gf&lt;/span&gt;) I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; care if anyone is going to fall out with me for what I am gonna say. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; give a damn anymore because I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;aint&lt;/span&gt; a pushover. Whatever it is, it is crossing my limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, reverse everything and lets say, I am the two timer and whoever it is, be my lover. Lets talk in simple normal relationship terms as in, I am a two timer and I am having a simple relationship with both girls so that means, sex inclusive. Yap. How do you feel like having me, having sex with my so called bf when I have it with you too. Although you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; spell things out that clearly, I bet you do feel some thing yea? How do you feel like if my bf comes over to my house and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;stayover&lt;/span&gt;. Do you think that nothing will happen? As in would you BELIEVE? and how does it feel like to wait for so long for me to settle my r/s with my bf if I say that I am breaking up with him? How long would you give me? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;. so, how would you feel like one day, you wake up and you realised that I am out with someone whom I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; tell you who is it and never bothered to call and at least tell me? How would you feel if I said that your friends look like a bunch of kiddos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet one will die of super high anger and fall flat on the floor. I am amazed with how long I withstand this kind of torture and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;aint&lt;/span&gt; gonna do it again. Say that I changed or whatever comes to your mind but I am posting this entry you know what I want and who I want to view it. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; care. Whats with that "you mus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;cooperate&lt;/span&gt; with me?" Should I even be so generous to say, "its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;okie&lt;/span&gt;, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; mind sharing?" I am so fucking pissed and I never got so much pleasure shooting everything off at a go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fuck all of it. Be a man and take responsibility of all of it. Even if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;theres&lt;/span&gt; consequences to bear, go ahead. I am gonna make it so obvious because I lack of confidence. I don't even know if you are saying the same thing to me and to her too. say, " I love you baby" and whatever it is. I rather suffer now than to drag on and keep our r/s underground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the girl who might be reading,&lt;br /&gt;I do not know what you are thinking but I think I should let you know everything about it because I do feel that its unfair for you. Why not ask, how many times he sidetracked? I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know if hes saying the same things to you but I AM FUCKING PISSED WITH THE WHOLE THING. even for you. Why cant you stand up for yourself once and admit that both of you have a communication problem? And direct opp interest and same foul character? Do you think its gonna be happy staying like this for the rest of your life? I rather be single if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; my long term relationship. Its not about being attached or what, a r/s is about being loved and being understanding to each other. The reason why I am snatching its because I share common interest with him and I never met someone I can communicate that well with before. I love him because I feel for him and I felt his love for me. The only problem between us was his indecisiveness. What he said was he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; wanna hurt you because he feels a sense of responsibility towards you, NOTE: RESPONSIBILITY. Not love. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Thats&lt;/span&gt; good enough a reason for you to wake up. Even if I am just a friend who knows of this, I am sure I would tell you whatever I am saying right now because you have the right to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Okie&lt;/span&gt;. I felt much better right now although I know what I said is overboard but, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; worry. Its not as if I am a celebrity blogger or what, the only few who reads my blog would most probably be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;kelz&lt;/span&gt; and you guys or perhaps my closest buddy. As long as I get the effect of cooling down, I would most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;prolly&lt;/span&gt; delete this entry. Cheerios to our potential enmity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-4177757270822520880?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/4177757270822520880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=4177757270822520880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/4177757270822520880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/4177757270822520880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2007/03/one-labyrinth-in-process-guess-7.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-5364612090516024518</id><published>2007-03-05T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T15:28:36.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didnt blog for quite some time because I do not remember the google a/c thingy. So well. Here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to blog about yesterday's outing with Hak and Farid. Well, met Hak at Sentosa and waited for him to finish work before going cafe del mar for an eye opener. And yep. Both of us liked that place very much. Its pretty, comfy and well, drinks were affordable too. Heh Heh. Gotta frequent there next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed there for less than an hour and went to vivo to meet farid. Hes late again. Well, as usual. Went power house for fabulous sunday. Okie. Yah. ME going fabulous sunday with hak and farid. That sounds weird yea? Well. I bet hak got hooked. Hmmm. I dont think he wanna admit it. Question him later about it then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. AND CLARISSE Poh. may I know why did you add Mervyn to friendster?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-5364612090516024518?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/5364612090516024518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=5364612090516024518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/5364612090516024518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/5364612090516024518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-didnt-blog-for-quite-some-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-1019593999927705340</id><published>2007-02-16T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T10:51:09.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;V-day&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my whole afternoon of my v-day at home, spraying and painting a damn house that doesnt really look like house. It ended up looking a little disgusting, but still, its my effort! Hope that he likes it. I'll upload the pictures soon when he helps me take some photos of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met him at around 6 to pass him the vday gift. For him, he gave me a handmade card and told me he'll bring me to choose my gift the next day. I am touched by the handmade card although it was just a last min work because he wasnt those type who'll go all out to get a gift for a girl. I understand and I am cool with it. But, the part about choosing my own gift is a big issue. I do not like ppl to ask me to choose my own gift, then it wouldn't really be a gift right? Especially a v-day gift. Who cares about how much it'll cost or wad hes gonna give me. As long as he chose it himself, I'll love it tons and be it clothes, lighters or wad, I'll still be in love with it. But, I chose him so, I had to take wadeva flaws he have. By seeing it in another light, it should be better. Perhaps he wanted to buy me something that I really want very much so that I'll love that gift even more. Yea. I love him for who he is. =DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner with Mervyn at the egyptian restaurant called Altazzair or something like that. It is located on Haji Lane, the place where I had dinner with my bitches on Clar's birthday. I am still very hooked on to their chicken kebab. Wahahaha~ Love it soooo much. =DDDD Anyway,  dinner with Mervyn was great. He gave a really sweet me to you bear, holding roses that will nv wither. Thanks dude, and the card too. It was great and thanks for everything. The talk we had while having dinner kinda woke me up a little. Yap. I know what I shall do but I'll still do it in my way. I am left with less than 10 days and I wanna spend it happily. Perhaps it might be the last ten days of my relationship with him, and I might feel even sadder when he made his choice, I chose it this way. I rather hurt myself more than to miss a moment with him. Sorry. Perhaps it was a wrong wakening call but still, I chose this path myself and I'll gladly accept whats gonna come in future. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner was a drinking session with my buddies. Hak, mel, dave and cb were there with me at highlanders, oogling at this waiter called Vince. Lols. He look kinda cute but I think he have a attitude problem. Lols. I mean fun yet, I sense abit of attitude, perhaps not towards us but towards the other service crews. Although the white version of him wasnt really gd looking but I think he looks kind too. Who knows whats between them. Anyway, Hak gave a v-day tips to him. WAHAHAHA. A 2 dollar note, folded into a heart shape. Oh my gawddd~ ShOooX SwEeeTiE nEhxXx. Lols. I always enjoyed my night outs with them because they are the best chilling out buddies one can ever have. I am glad that Dave "rejoined" our grp once again. Shes playing MIA for kinda a long time before she actually came out with us. So kinda surprised and yet. Nice. The whole night's topic was mainly on the Fishy Roses given by Mel's suitor called Timothy. WAhhahaha. Theres nothing fishy about the roses just that it smells fishy. Yea? LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15th Feb 07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its my belated v-day celebration and I was looking forward to it for the whole week though shits do happen because I am still unable to gladly accept that fact. Yap. Went suntanning with him in the NOON. LOls. Noon, fyi. In less than half an hour, I am burnt. And I mean burnt. Still feeling the burning sensation while blogging right now. It seriously dampen my mood for new yr and whatever stuffs that I planned to do because its hurting. But still, I enjoyed every single moment with him, every little stuffs we do. Lame stuffs, sweet stuffs, naughty stuffs and wadeva. I just love him so much. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the sun tan was a movie treat. The epic movie. Hahaha. Lame show yet, suitable for me and him. Haaha. It was kinda hilarious and super duper stupid. But, I like it. At least theres a visible plot in this movie, better than "mitsubishi, toshiba, fujitsu.. tempura, sushi, miso" or wadeva that is. =DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my date with him, I ended up at CP with cb, mel and him, approaching mel's Fishy Rose suitor. Hes only a 17 yr old and I wonder whats wrong with him. Anyway, my darling managed to talk him around and he even apologised to mel for all those scary stuffs he did. YAY! Peace peeps. Love mel lots lots. Shes my little darling. Hahahaha. Perhaps too much stuffs happened recently, I miss Qing and Pauline alot that I dreamt of them in my dreams. Gosh. I shall organise a Chinese new yr gathering for us. Miss them lots. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-1019593999927705340?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/1019593999927705340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=1019593999927705340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/1019593999927705340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/1019593999927705340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2007/02/v-day-i-spent-my-whole-afternoon-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-117139470383179432</id><published>2007-02-14T03:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T03:30:02.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am sorry but, I had the urge and decided to find kenny's gf's blog. It was kinda easy. Although password protected, nothing much can stop me from seeing things I wanna see. Haha. But, henghui, dont worry. I wouldn't snatch ur darling away from you because I found someone more worthy of my love. Or rather someone that suits me better. Although I might not be as lucky to have him but, I am happy because I do know he loves me. Perhaps in the end, he'll choose his gf but at least I know he loves me. Sorry if I scared you by saying hi and wishing you a happy valentines with him. All I wanted to do was to dissolve that enmity between us because I arent gonna snatch ur bf or wad. =D I am glad that he found someone more suitable for him. And, I wanna thank him for all that he gave me. Regardless good things or bad things because without him, I wouldn't be the Jasmine today and I am very happy being myself now, with all those best bitchy pals by my side and also, Don, my lovely sissy darling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much for all those beautiful memories that you gave and the wonderful life lesson that you taught. I hope that one day, we can be friends again (as in me and kenny) because I realised that I was kinda childish in the past, trying to win you back or wad. You taught me what love is and I still do love u but, in a different way. Love for a past lover or maybe, love as a close friend. And kinda miss you and your nonsensical stuffs so do buzz me or drop me a sms from time to time to let me know that you are okay. Dont worry, I arent that Jasmine from the past who dwells on our previous relationship. I have long ago accepted the fact that we were in the past and I do cherish and reminisce our beautiful memories. (ps: Dont be jealous because I know he loves you more than he used to love me. =D )Regardless what, I hope that you guys are happy together. All the best for you two. Cheerios. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I miss my sweetie pie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-117139470383179432?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/117139470383179432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=117139470383179432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/117139470383179432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/117139470383179432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-am-sorry-but-i-had-urge-and-decided.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-117043410142724324</id><published>2007-02-03T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T00:36:34.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is what I called, a perfect date. =D One I felt ultra comfy with, at a beach, tons of stuffs to talk about, right timing and also, feelings for both side. I felt really happy and comfy with him. Too bad, he aint gonna be that one for me. =( Anyway, I think I am asking for too much. How I wish I could have him for the night and go sheesha together. But, he has a home to go back to, a girl whos waiting. ARGHS! Fuck. Sick and tired of it. The word gf comes out from him so easily and it hurts. Clar. Save me. Tell him that hes hurting me indirectly. I do not know how to say. but the happier it is, more painful it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I finally saw what Chengbo's criteria for pretty girl. To me, that girl look kinda simple and innocent. Although most of the guys looked okie but, nothing interesting. Except for one called Jason who does look like Jason Lee. Clar. Perhaps u might wanna know that guy. Hes pretty cute. I think I rather one whos called John. At least he looked more matured. Might be going out with them tmr. Wahahhaa~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the link is cute. I AM A EMPRESS! wahahahah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-117043410142724324?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/117043410142724324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=117043410142724324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/117043410142724324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/117043410142724324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-is-what-i-called-perfect-date.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-117018217062919417</id><published>2007-01-31T02:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T02:36:10.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hoobastank Concert!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2109/298/1600/330332/grainy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2109/298/200/973057/grainy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FYI, its a super act cute photo with permed hair that looks like &lt;em&gt;"merlion"&lt;/em&gt;- quoted frm hak&amp;clar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2109/298/1600/757492/25-01-07_1427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2109/298/200/358062/25-01-07_1427.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a nose job. =D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2109/298/1600/992079/nosejob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2109/298/200/916671/nosejob.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Clar's birthday celebration at Heji Lane!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2109/298/1600/227658/28-01-07_0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2109/298/200/135978/28-01-07_0039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Hak: Yeap. I saw u in the concert. You are the cleaner right? Dressed in your sentosa uniform, pathetically picking up all the rubbish we throw. And yeap, to make ur job more challenging, I threw TONS of rubbish. Thank me for that man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Clar: Yap. You should thank us for ur birthday celebration. See I am so nice. I spent two nights sewing the damn costume up on to the figurine. or wad shld i call it? Monster I think. Its so nice right? Mus take good care of it because its my utmost effort. And somemore, we even planned such a nice birthday surprise for you, yea? Lols. HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, mugging for exams arent joking. Its kinda boring and super ultra taxing. Hope that my exams will end asap and wed will come in no time! =D Club or sheesha? Hmmmm. I think I wanna club. Sorry clar. I really felt like clubbing. Haven't club for quite some time. Powerhouse? Go larh. It wouldn't be that fun without you. Yea? Cant laugh at you for having two left foot. =x Bored bored bored. Well. I had a nose surgery. LOLS. check that out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-117018217062919417?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/117018217062919417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=117018217062919417' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/117018217062919417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/117018217062919417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2007/01/hoobastank-concert-fyi-its-super-act.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-117000501071484696</id><published>2007-01-29T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T01:23:30.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoobastank concert was great. =D I love the company more than anything esle. Thks for giving me a great night out. Seriously, thanks so much. DONAVEN CHAN, you ROCK my world. when two bo liao ppl come together, they'll make a gd pair and its true. So true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-117000501071484696?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/117000501071484696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=117000501071484696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/117000501071484696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/117000501071484696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2007/01/hoobastank-concert-was-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-116981931759187872</id><published>2007-01-26T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T21:48:37.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EOF test wasnt really much of a breeze but, I think its still alright. Perhaps I did all the ratios wrongly, but but but, I answered almost all the questions. Lols. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clar's bd is coming!!! Heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... Thks don.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-116981931759187872?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/116981931759187872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=116981931759187872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116981931759187872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116981931759187872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2007/01/eof-test-wasnt-really-much-of-breeze.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-116971696430239827</id><published>2007-01-25T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T17:22:44.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate myself for my itchy hand. Itchy brains and vanity. Why did I fucking go and perm my hair?! shit. i look like a lion now. wanna kill myself. Wasted money and turn out ugly. I miss my normal hair. Can I go back in time to few hours ago before I perm hair?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-116971696430239827?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/116971696430239827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=116971696430239827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116971696430239827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116971696430239827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-hate-myself-for-my-itchy-hand.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-116937490156206534</id><published>2007-01-21T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T18:21:41.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My mood is bad. Or rather terrible. All I can think of wasn't finance which it's test happens to be on tmr morning. Haven't started on it and I have a gut feeling that my gpa will become really bad. Thats the worst thing I want it to happen now at this point of time. I wasn't even sure whether I can get through the last two sems with a proper mood to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was supposed to be a nice little study day but it didn't progress as I want it to be.  Ended up being a little nasty. But its gonna be over soon. Thks kelz for the story you told me. That reminds me and link me back to all the ethical stuffs we studied. There wasn't any right or wrong between humans. Its more of choosing the route where the intensity or length of pain will be lesser. Choose between the lives of 9 naughty kids or 1 innocent kid, I'll still choose the 9 naughty kids. And thats what it should be. At least, only 1 family gets hurt instead of nine families. Some might say, that innocent kid shouldn't die. Yap. I do agree. But, so? Can you bear to see nine kids dying infront of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less than 24 hours to go, and I havent get the full set of notes. Gotta go meet Nisa and get my notes. Well, Study hard people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-116937490156206534?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/116937490156206534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=116937490156206534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116937490156206534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116937490156206534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-mood-is-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-116906451299201508</id><published>2007-01-18T04:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T04:08:33.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thks DMC for making me sleepless. Really, THANKS SO MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am freaking tired, mentally and emotionally. I need a breather before eof and mpp event next week. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Kitty, PLAY WITH US TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LALALALALALALAA~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna drink lychee martini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green Green Green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donaven, Hak, Kelz, Clar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME ME ME ME ME ME ME&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-116906451299201508?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/116906451299201508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=116906451299201508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116906451299201508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116906451299201508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2007/01/thks-dmc-for-making-me-sleepless.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-116870727774253915</id><published>2007-01-14T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T00:54:37.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;If a girl cry her heart out 2 you, And all because of you, Its time to look back on wat u have done, Only you will know the answer to it.Do consider itCoz one day, It may be too late for regrets, It may be too late to say "im sorry".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saw this from cb's ex gf's friendster. I think its kinda interesting. its a long poem but i extracted this part because i think its true to a big extend. The rest, I do not wish to comment on it cos I think its too exaggerated. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I bought Moto(red). Lols. seriously speaking, the functions suck cock. Its really bad. only a vga cam, no external memory slot. Basically, just a phone, however, the thought of buying this phone can help one african kid, I think its worth it. The red is nice too. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-116870727774253915?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/116870727774253915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=116870727774253915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116870727774253915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116870727774253915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2007/01/if-girl-cry-her-heart-out-2-you-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-116866671022438339</id><published>2007-01-13T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T13:38:30.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Didn't blog for more than a week cos its really busy in school and wadeva stuffs that I am doing outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tons of stuffs that I wanted to blog but I forgot most of whatever i want to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie. It wasn't really a gd week. Worst was what that happened to my handphone. But nevertheless, I am gonna get a moto red. Its cute, pretty and sexy, suitable for people like me. Wahhahaa. Jus pray hard that its scratch proof, water proof and drop proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thks to the past few days of heavy rain, I am getting a little sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opps. cant blog. Chengbo woke up and gonna accompany me for lunch. YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-116866671022438339?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/116866671022438339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=116866671022438339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116866671022438339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116866671022438339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2007/01/didnt-blog-for-more-than-week-cos-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-116819063481266692</id><published>2007-01-08T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T01:23:54.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Full of RC for the whole week. Gosh. Its hard to work manz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was a chill out time for me though. Lols. Was supposed to do duty for SP open house and to work but wasnt feeling quite well so slept in instead. Went out with hak in the evening for a little shopping and wanted to go zouk. But sad, everyone pangsehed. So I was alone for like three hours, waiting for Don. First time someone dare to make me wait for two hours. Ended up at Can cafe because I was too freaking hungry. Clar and Gene came by at 11 plus. So, it adds up to the usual five, bullshitting and crapping session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for the open house duty on sat. =D Quite a few cute guys came by our booth but none seemed interested. Or rather, interested ppl weren't really cute. Popped by Clar's granny's funeral and sat there alone, listening to the prayers and drawing lame shits.=( gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met ADAM. hahas. hes pretty cute, figure is not bad. Kinda like him but hes lacking of self confidence. I hate it man. I HATE HIM! Thats the thing about guys at MY age. Weird thinking and obviously, no brains. Thats what chinese proverb, xiong da wu niao means i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's most freaking thing that happened is that the security guard at my work place asked for my number. I thought he was asking for fun so I gave but who knows, he smsed me. Shucks. Disgusted and freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna sleep. School is at 8am tmr. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-116819063481266692?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/116819063481266692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=116819063481266692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116819063481266692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116819063481266692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2007/01/full-of-rc-for-whole-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-116760608161681226</id><published>2007-01-01T06:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T07:07:02.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just got my ass back on my comfy sofa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new yr countdown was a flop but I still love it cos I love those bitches and bastards who are with me. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with a countdown at esplanade, all of us think that their timing was extremely wrong but nevertheless, the fireworks are great. Nice job. I love those slow fireworks, it looked SOOO cute. However, after the countdown, things got worse. Human traffic jams, overcrowded pubs, tons of ppl puking and stuffs. Anyway, Hak. Today is the first day I think you are a man! Thks for holding my hands and guiding me through that damn crowded place and YOU seriously look like a GENTLEMAN today. =D congrats. Guess I did change you a little. Haah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cb's friends left at 2, cb and hak left at 3 plus, leaving me, Qing, Dave and Hui Ee for a girl's night out. Landed at highlanders and when we were half through our drinks, Hak smsed me and said hes still trying to grab a cab. Those two girls too. Haha. Thk god I din waste my time trying to fight for a cab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went over to the coffeeshop opp of Bugis to wait for the first train and ended up playing cards. Lols. Its damn lame and stupid when we were the only ones making noises.Another interesting thing. Haha. I finally believe in walls have ears. I was complaining to Hui Ee that my lighter was spoilt by Dave and suddenly, this guy jus creep up behind me and gave me his lighter. We didn't see him approaching us and after that, we saw him sitting comfortably at the bus stop which is kinda a distance from us. Interesting. How did he even know I need a lighter. Lols. Eugene came at around 5 and played cards with us too. BLUFF! Hui Ee is damn cute. She cant bluff for nuts. And stupid Eugene, haven't reach home yet, still pestering me to watch a morning movie with him. I wonder if hes a superman who doesnt need to sleep or what. I haven heard of him saying that hes going to bed or wadsoeva of that sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, some new yr resolution. I am gonna find a nice goody good boy as bf and stop all my nonsense, including smoking. Gonna turn into a nice little girl, strip off all those bitchyness and be a innocent sweet 19 yr old. =D HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, some recaps for 2006. Good things and bad things happened to me. I learnt that regret brings me to nowhere so I am thankful to all those who hurt me. They taught me great lessons so, I love you jerks too. Though I am still nursing my broken heart, I'll learn to forgive and love everyone in 2007, stop all the childish acts. And for kenny, I will continue loving him, but, I am thankful that he left me. I was forced to grow stronger. Thanks. And nevertheless, ALL MY BITCHES AND BASTARDS, I love you guys esp Hak, Kelz, Clar, Qing, CB, Dave, Candy and whoever. Hak, Kelz and Clar, its really a miracle or perhaps fate that brought us together. All four of us came from totally different lifestyle, yet, within half a yr, we grown so attached to each other and also, bishan house. I'll love you guys no matter wads gonna happen next time. You guys were the greatest thing that happened to me. Words just CANT express how much I feel for you guys. Just love. ARGHS. feel like hugging you guys and crying. Thks for being there when I needed you guys and always entertaining me though I am kinda lame. But, pls stop calling my future bf names like strawberry with peanuts or indescribable. Have some respect for the people I love LA. idiots. And Don, you'll forever be that special person in my heart. Both of us know that its a non-renewable contract, yet... I wanna cherish all the time we can spend together. I dont know what esle I can say but thks. You never fail to brighten up my night. And thks for tolerating all my nonsense. I hope that 2007 christmas will never come. I really do. Sometimes I have tons to tell you but I am in no position to. Thks for loving me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, MUACKMUACKS to everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still feeling happy, excited over this new year though its nothing much esp the increasing GST. LOVELOVELOVELOVE ALL BITCHES AND BASTARDS. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for EUGENE to get home. Dumbass. SO SLOW! slow POKE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-116760608161681226?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/116760608161681226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=116760608161681226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116760608161681226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116760608161681226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2007/01/just-got-my-ass-back-on-my-comfy-sofa.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-116749531187854970</id><published>2006-12-31T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T00:19:45.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am starting to love being single. (okie, not really, yet somehow still) WOOHOO~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whole week was kinda boring except for cute hak and sissy don who came over and entertained me. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night was a exception one. Had a great night with hak, kelz, clar, don and gene. Thks guys, I know u guys waited for me for almost 2 hours for some, for kelz, 4 hours i supposed. But, I really enjoyed. The atmosphere was good, music was great though it was kinda soft, most importantly, I had who I wanted to be there. Not to forget the margaritas. I still love peach virgin margarita more. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought, banana milk was the worst drink ever, until I tasted 100 plus soya bean mixed with some peanuts and lime. Thats horrendous. Anyone who wants to play forfeit games, try that. Its PERFECT for groups who have dumbasses who cant play reflexes games well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what shall I do tmr for new yr's eve. Too bad muslims are having some festival. Nevertheless, I think I know what to do tmr! =DDDD heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the 5th day of Christmas. 7 days more to go before it expires.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-116749531187854970?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/116749531187854970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=116749531187854970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116749531187854970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116749531187854970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-am-starting-to-love-being-single.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-116715217451857174</id><published>2006-12-27T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T00:56:14.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guess its gotta be a boring week for me. Tues to Sunday, 12.30pm to 11pm working at Raffles City Robinsons again. Anyone who sees this, PLSPLSPLS ask me out for dinner at cityhall so that I wouldn't have to eat alone. okie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI hak, I didn't say I love you. I meant those bitches like clar, gene, kelz and whoever is present at world peace other than U! You are the worst creature god ever created.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-116715217451857174?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/116715217451857174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=116715217451857174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116715217451857174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116715217451857174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2006/12/guess-its-gotta-be-boring-week-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-116704626749123434</id><published>2006-12-25T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T19:36:26.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas everyone. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's world peace party was a success. WOHA~ Almost fifty participants from all walks of life. Even 4th degree friends and some whom we totally do not have any connections with came. I jus love my bunch of bitchy and bimbotic friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a memorable christmas, although I am still not sure if its the best christmas I ever had but, definitely, the best party I ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started at around 9pm with a guy whom we barely know, called Terry (or Kerry, I do not know) coming in as a loner and sitting there alone. By twelve, we had 50 people. The little countdown was cute and theres bimbotic conversations around the whole house. Smoking area, full of ppl whom dont even know each other's name with Leonard the fucker, shooting everyone. Though I wasnt at the smoking area, I could hear their voices from the playground which is around 500m away. The rooms were occupied by different groups of people, the ncc guys, kelz's frens, me,don and qing all gambling away. I bet only me, qing and clar were the only sober ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of the night is when alot of ppl left, at around 3am or so. Me, Don, Hak, Hafeez and his fren, Clar and her gene were playing stacko and damn it, we spent an hour plus, laughing at don's dream. its freaking hilarious. We all almost died of laughing and were fucking exhausted. The murderer game in the morning was a good wake up call too. I just realised that I cant wink for nuts. Gosh. Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all the participants there, except those girls who making freaking lot of noises and I dont know them, I love you guys. Hope that we can hold a World Peace 2007. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I wanna watch you from afar. I want to know that you are happy and i want to tell you I miss you terribly. I love you still. But, I hope that you and her are happy. I cant forget the last christmas you gave me. Or rather, every little thing. Its a season filled with love and happiness, but I cant help it to shed a few tears of regret. Giving you all my wishes. Pls, be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-116704626749123434?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/116704626749123434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=116704626749123434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116704626749123434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116704626749123434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-116682286281056469</id><published>2006-12-23T05:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T05:27:42.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didn't even remember when was the last time I blogged but nevertheless, I'll kick it off with my mum. Shes the best mum one can ever find I think. Bought me a adidas bag as my x'mas gift and a tee. Lols. Went to work today and ended at 4am and shes so cute. Shes worried that I am too tired or wad SO, she didn't really fell asleep and came down to pay for my cab fare. Lols. So to thank for all these, I bought a fake diamond necklace. Lols. Too poor to get a real and proper one so got one from robinsons. I guess she likes it. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess today is the most productive day of the year. Went to school, to work then to school again and tmr morning gotta meet Don for a little get together session and then JC for dinner to just give him the gifts that I bought. And Thks Clar and Gene, you guys were great. Got the right stuffs for me. =D Gotta think carefully wad am I getting for u guys as x'mas gift. Tough mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our x'mas party is finally getting somewhere, with all the stuffs bought and left with only the food stuffs. =D I love everyone who contributed and help in the x'mas party. COS its gonna be a x'mas that I'll never forget. Though I wun have any bfs along BUT BUT BUT, I have you guys. (excluding hak if he continues to show me that damn moronic expression). I wanna SLP. SLP SLP SLP. Lols&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-116682286281056469?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/116682286281056469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=116682286281056469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116682286281056469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116682286281056469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-didnt-even-remember-when-was-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-116655011119966093</id><published>2006-12-20T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T01:41:51.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Lalalala Love with you.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched midnight sun with Don at vivo. Its a great movie esp, the songs in the movie. Sung by Yui who is jus a year younger than me. Gosh. Envy her voice, her looks and her achievements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had a friend. He told me a interesting dream he had today. Perhaps due to the pressure I gave him, telling him that he is actually female born as male. So, he had a dream of himself, looking into a mirror. He said, " I dreamt that I look into a mirror and I am a girl, quite pretty somemore. Boobs not bad, quite big then got one guy, quite handsome, come and fuck me. I scared till I woke up immediately." Lols. Guess whos that guy. Winner gets a gd fuck from him. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-116655011119966093?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/116655011119966093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=116655011119966093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116655011119966093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116655011119966093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2006/12/lalalala-love-with-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-116646085718125284</id><published>2006-12-19T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T00:54:20.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just got home from work at RC's robinsons. Gosh. its freaking tired. I went out early in the morning to school. I thought I was the only one late. Who knows, Mr Loh is later than me.  Thank god I din bother to take a cab to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its kinda funny for the rehearsal. I tripled up as 2 camera crew, 1 floormanager and 1 lighting crew. LOLS. HuiJie was even funny. She doubled up as both Host and Guest. So imagine her talking and answering herself. Lols. the whole rehearsal is just so funny. *WAHAHHAHAAHA*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started work late due to Mr Hakim who wants to eat burger king. But, I jus love working at Robinsons RC. I hope boss will station me there next week. Although theres always arguements and stuffs, Auntie wee is jus so cute and so nice. Tony, the short and old looking guy is also funny. That place will hold lots of beautiful memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, bishan house is partially done up on sat night! YAY! With the help of Gene(Clar's ahem), Eugene (the funny and irritating fren of mine who is damn damn damn shy and stupid) and THE EXTREMELY CUTE ORGANISING PANEL! (obviously referring to ME, Hak, Clar and Kelz).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one day, intuition stop renting bishan house, or shift its location, i'll really be damn sad. Me, Clar, Hak and Kelz, four of us spent alot of nights there, talking crap, eating steamboat, playing cards and wad have we. Theres tons of beautiful memories and I hope that such day wun come. I just love that place though its kinda creepy. Anyway, kelz, i know you are reading, thks so much for everything. I looked upon u as my nice older brother. Just love ya and also perhaps a little to chris.I think if not because of Chris, we might not be this close either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope that our little x'mas party will be successful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-116646085718125284?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/116646085718125284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=116646085718125284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116646085718125284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116646085718125284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2006/12/just-got-home-from-work-at-rcs.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-116623913961412112</id><published>2006-12-16T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T11:19:04.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2109/298/1600/883142/Oct062.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been online for quite some time. Tiredd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St James on thurs with hak. Quite a new experience. Its one of their club's launch party. Quite cool and funny. Lols. Ask me if u guys wanna know wads so funny about it. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to go for movies with Don at vivo yesterday but the damn sp lecturer of his dua him. Stayed with him for almost two hours, trying to print his assignment out. and that damn lecturer went mia. And we ended up having dinner at jurong west st 41 instead. shucks. What a day. Went over to lakeside park and had a little talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few hours of talking actually and I learnt more about him again. So much for being a girl, I want to protect him instead. but, I doubt I have the ability. He'll always be someone special in my heart. Someone I'll remember forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres lots of stuffs that I wanted to say, alot of things that I wanted to do but I didn't because I didn't know how to. But, I guess he felt it. And I hope he'll understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are almost done with giving out x'mas invites and we'll be confirming the list soon. So make up ur minds. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-116623913961412112?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/116623913961412112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=116623913961412112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116623913961412112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116623913961412112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-havent-been-online-for-quite-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-116609157549301789</id><published>2006-12-14T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T18:19:35.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2109/298/1600/133892/xmas_invite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2109/298/400/966115/xmas_invite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas party's invites. Please do support World Peace. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dropped this invite into some sharing folders. Do check urs and print it out in case the printed copy doesnt reach you guys on time. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Organisers: ME, Clar, Hak, Kelz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-116609157549301789?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/116609157549301789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=116609157549301789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116609157549301789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116609157549301789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-partys-invites.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-116594475293291426</id><published>2006-12-13T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T01:32:32.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its the same thing again. Clar and her sis slping and I am the only one wide awake now. Nono. clar's sis, Jiajia woke up to disturb her cat. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam is cute. Indeed very cute but somehow bad memories will still haunt me so I just gotta live with it. Thank god it wasnt a deep feeling. So I guess forgetting it isnt really hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began to learn how to live with Clar's cat, cheebye. It isnt very weird. Just hyper active and it is sleeping beside me right now. Haha. i jus lack of the courage to pick it up and cuddle it. Ever since I saw the munchkins, I fell in love with cats. They are sooooo cute. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I gotta slp soon too. Kanna warning letter plus I gotta ask Mr Loh to approve my LOA to cover up for yesterday's attendance. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-116594475293291426?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/116594475293291426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=116594475293291426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116594475293291426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116594475293291426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-same-thing-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-116585345470082535</id><published>2006-12-12T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T00:10:54.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am in a fucking bad mood now. Wondering whats so wrong about the sp attendance system. I went for lessons straight and full since thurs except for mpp tutorial and today kanna 2 damn warning letter. I attended 2MLE lecture and 1 MLE tutorial but I kanna warning letter TODAY! wads wrong. And also for PRMP. I went for the lecture today. If they are to issue warning letter, they shld issue it on last tues larh. Why today? Just felt so freaking unfair. When I try to make an effort to go school, I kanna warning letter. Gotta go look for Mr Loh and clear things up. I know I shld have received all by now but but but, I get damn irritated and pissed because I went for those lessons these two days and yet, I am issued warning letters. Damn damn damn damn. 2.5 weeks of school left. How am I gonna survive through? =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just a emo night esp talking to cb's new girl called bella. Shes kinda nice and I like her rather than Qiqi. Shes matured, nice and sweet. Got into a little advisory session. Shes got a complicated relationship while I gave mine up. She told me not to. Which is utterly insane. I want my fair share of pride like he do. I can dont mind wasting my time but I cant let go of that little bit of pride like how she did for her ex bf in the past. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry clar, cant pon tmr. But i'll still stay over at ur place tmr night. Perhaps take mc on wed instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-116585345470082535?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/116585345470082535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=116585345470082535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116585345470082535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116585345470082535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-am-in-fucking-bad-mood-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-116577818740331767</id><published>2006-12-11T03:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T03:18:41.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think Qing and I matured. We grew up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smsed Kenny and said I saw him on the train. When he replied, I felt nothing at all. We could msg each other in a friendly manner, finally. Even though few days ago, when I was packing up, I created this memory box and most of the stuffs were from him. I shed a few tears but, the heartache was gone, finally. I even wished him gd luck with his gf in my last sms to him. And I meant it sincerely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Qing, she even want to help him to get his current gf back. Thats what we wouldn't do in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We grew up and I am proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for our latest relationship, me, qing and clar put in utmost effort, yet, we saw no fruits of our labour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me. I tried my best, yet, it doesnt turn out the way I want and each time, I walk away with disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qing. She tried her best. He did not bother. Not even a reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clar. She tried her best too. But hes just too occupied with his stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a x'mas we have this year. Santa is just being mean and hes a miser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-116577818740331767?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/116577818740331767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=116577818740331767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116577818740331767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116577818740331767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-think-qing-and-i-matured.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-116577528438469247</id><published>2006-12-11T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T02:50:55.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cheerios to our bitchyness! I love qing manz. shes so bitchy and we can bitch together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We began calling names and Qing wish that her XXXXXX will grow SHORTER, fat, ugly, disgusting and wadever bad stuffs that could happen. Lols. And I just love it. Bitching can help to kill time and in the mean time, we can laugh our ass off. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said something which is very true. "Whats the use of crying when they cant see our tears?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When guys change, they mean it. So no point clinging on to someone who doesnt even give a damn when you make a fucking attempt to get near him or to go out with him? So girls, just get a grip of yourself and we'll have tons of girls night out instead of staying at home, emo-ing and reading their blogs to know more about whatthefuck they are doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys are just buttheads. (only for the few who offended us)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-116577528438469247?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/116577528438469247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=116577528438469247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116577528438469247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116577528438469247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2006/12/cheerios-to-our-bitchyness-i-love-qing.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-116573340642280688</id><published>2006-12-10T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T14:50:06.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>X'MAS TREES! I bought two small little x'mas tree to and decorate it. Gosh. Its so cute and stupid Clar's sis. She said that it look like a tombstone, a emo tree instead. Waste of my effort. It looks so grand and so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See. isn't it cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2109/298/400/117346/x%27mastree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gave the tree to someone who don't seem to appreciate. Lols. my effort all wasted. Nvm. I'll do one for hak also. since me and clar have one each. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The x'mas tree me and kelz put up at bishan house is pretty too. But, I shall not show cos its gonna be a surprise. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Looking into your eyes, I saw the same childishness , yet, I am no longer sure of yr feelings. I lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-116573340642280688?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/116573340642280688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=116573340642280688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116573340642280688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116573340642280688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2006/12/xmas-trees-i-bought-two-small-little.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-116560980395606352</id><published>2006-12-09T04:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T04:30:03.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;What I am concerned with is not about winning, its about losing you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-116560980395606352?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/116560980395606352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=116560980395606352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116560980395606352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116560980395606352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-i-am-concerned-with-is-not-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-116551104875542658</id><published>2006-12-08T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T01:08:18.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am blogging in a super pathetic way. My room just had a new coat of paint and in the process, everything was removed from my room and now, I dont even have my beloved sofa in my room. I am sitting on a floor, with the comp on my comp table. Sounds kinda stupid but I have to blog no matter how tired am I, because I promised xiqing that I'll tell the whole world of her bimbotic acts so that hak will stop calling me a bimbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, judge whos worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I bet your brains are in ur butt.&lt;br /&gt;Qing: Do I even have brains to start with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half an hour later, Qing tried on a pair of sandals and the shoe soles looked kinda small and so smart of her to think of cutting some wooden planks or stuffs and paste on the sole so that she can wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qing: I jus realised I have brains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 hours later, we were discussing bout hair perm. I said her previous hairdo which was permed hair was not bad looking and guess what she said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qing: I dont like the previous hairdo. It needs hair cream and my head is empty, so it feels very heavy and I get giddy because of my hairdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE! whos the bimbotic and stupid one here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-okie. Done with that and I am gonna get some slp. Had a damn long, hectic and tired day. Only 1/4 done with tidying up my room. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It wasnt just a causual gift. I bet you forgotten today's what date. I didnt remember it at first but ever since you told me, I had that in mind. forget it. hope you'd like the chocs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-116551104875542658?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/116551104875542658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=116551104875542658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116551104875542658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116551104875542658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-am-blogging-in-super-pathetic-way.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-116540671183636977</id><published>2006-12-06T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T20:05:11.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just woke up from a afternoon nap and remembered a damn dream I had. Recently, theres something with me and ghost. I dreamt that theres this cute little girl ghost kept following me around. And shes so cute. But theres two person who wants to destroy her and we fought. Then, somehow I am on the phone with a guy whom I believed that I know who issit and I dont wanna speak of his name ever, but even in my dream, hes still so sweet. It sounded more like a drama. I was puking blood all over and running while I dialled his number and he picked up and offered to come and save me. Then, I went in, back to the place where the battle was, suddenly I saw Miss Nga. It was a sofa area and farid was beside me. Farid said something about he signing up a language class with Ms Nga and Ms Nga is pissed with my attendance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all that I remembered from that lousy dream of mine. Action packed drama cum a little overexaggerating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tennis session today was great, just that I was far too tired and I have zero stamina. I heard from Mel about a male floor manager of a certain escort company called and said something about his girl stealing customer's items and running away, leaving mel's house number at the scene of crime. FAR FETCHED! Hes obviously a liar and wanted something out of melody. He talk about very disgusting stuffs or at least to mel, it is considered very disgusting. Described about the stuffs an escort do for living, about how they entertain customers. What a psychotic bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Disappointed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-116540671183636977?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/116540671183636977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=116540671183636977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116540671183636977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116540671183636977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2006/12/just-woke-up-from-afternoon-nap-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-116533497297040115</id><published>2006-12-06T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T00:09:32.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Be Chee, you got me in some deep shit again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accidentally let out about me seeing Jason's website and he questioned me on how I found his website. Damn damn damn xia sway. As though I am some damn stalker. I arent larhs. Shucks all because of the stupid lovehappens. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-116533497297040115?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/116533497297040115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=116533497297040115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116533497297040115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116533497297040115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2006/12/be-chee-you-got-me-in-some-deep-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-116532436616561407</id><published>2006-12-05T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T21:17:57.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am amused by the way insurance agents get their customers. They can just walk pass you and grab your umbrella and then tag along with you even if you have a date. That was what happened to Don Chan Ah Gua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to have a nice and peaceful dinner, just both of us but suddenly, someone just came and tagged along. A 21 year old female insurance agent. She pestered Don and tagged along with us for dinner without our invitation. I bet if we wanted to go for movies, she would simply ask don to get another tix so that she can come along. Was it the right way for an insurance agent to get business, basically by irritating the shit out of people whom are simply not in the least interested?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went on and on and on talking about herself asked about our stuffs and unfortunately, she met us and not some kind souls. Clarisse was just RUDE to her and me, I was nice in the start but she managed to pluck my raw nerves by saying the wrong stuffs. Like the wedding exhibition which me and kenny once went to. She even described the damn bloody wedding package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To that fucking irritating insurance agent whom I dont even know her name:&lt;br /&gt;I am very very aware of it. $3000+ for wedding photos, the day of the wedding and car rental. You can pay by installment till your wedding date. And if unfortunately, you guys break up, you cant get the money back, but you can choose to change it into their SPA voucher or take some normal studio shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though my expression changed 180 degrees which was a polite request for her to just SHUT UP, she DONT GET it. Yap. Its not her fault because she did not know me but, shes in the wrong at the first place for TAGGING along. Only Don will be so patient and nice to answer "ohh. okie" or "ohh. really". Me and clar simply ignored her existence and smsed each other, bitching about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god her stupid boss called and asked for her. Otherwise, we might be stuck with her for the rest of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I was sitting at the place where we sat before we were together. The splattering of raindrops and the cold weather didn't seemed to bother me. There was warmth in my heart and I could still remember the scent on you. It seemed like yesterday but it was already in the past&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-116532436616561407?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/116532436616561407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=116532436616561407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116532436616561407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116532436616561407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-am-amused-by-way-insurance-agents.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-116524382398939568</id><published>2006-12-04T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T22:50:24.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just another day for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is a chore but, I am kinda disappointed about my grades. Or rather, I have no grounds to be disappointed, its just my own attitude that I should be blaming on. Haven't been going to lectures and didn't really paid any attention in the past twelve weeks of school. I wouldn't want my gpa to drop below two. Its bad enough so my x'mas resolution is to study hard for the next two months before my damn year end exams. Hope that it does help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, I went for the press conference for Sing Shi Xinhui, if I spelt correctly. My first time going to a press conference. The atmosphere wasn't as bad as I thought but taking photos with a digicam does help to make me feel out of place. Every photographer is equipped with a dslr while me, only a fully auto digicam. I wonder how did I spend the 2 hours sitting there without hiding below the table in shame. Thank god that we had the opportunity to take a few shots of her in private which turns out to be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep talking Eugene Guo Ah Gua, is finally asleep. Hes one of those interesting guys I met so far and for the longest period of time. So, clar, if you wanna change a gene, just let me know. I'll give him to you. Lols. Hes not bad, a jewellery designer, 22 years old too, english proficiency is pretty good and his character is interesting. I can vouch for his kind and upright character since I know him for more than two years. Might be going out with him on friday. Perhaps things might take a turn this time. Hope that he wouldn't be another transitional guy because he seems too perfect to be true and we know, perfect guys DO NOT exist. (Perfect not in the real perfect sense but fufilled 90% of the criteria in my list.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres another question for people to ponder on, incase I did not msg everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS LOVE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-just give your definition to me. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-116524382398939568?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/116524382398939568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=116524382398939568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116524382398939568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116524382398939568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2006/12/just-another-day-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-116516169944248938</id><published>2006-12-03T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T00:01:43.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know what, THANKS CLARISSE POH FOR TRYING TO CHEER ME UP! YOU DID IT. Lols. Still have the cheek to msg me and ask me to view my lovehappens. She said she matchmake me to tons of cute guys. yap. I knew it. You are a fucker! All the guys there are either out of range for looks, age, character or just that their names remind you of some funny guys we met before. What kind of friend are you?! Should I just find lian he wan bao? Maybe I should get it from XianYao. or rather just go to the karang gunis and buy today's lian he wan bao. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't really emo. I was just pondering on what this new love happens guy told me. I told him about our theory on transitional guys but he thinks that I am toying people's feelings. Was I? Perhaps for Jecky and Remus, I did a little but it was with their consent. It takes two hands to clap, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to me and clar, transitional guys are guys who will help us to forget our past relationships, for clar, alwyn. And for me, kenny. These guys will not only help to let us forget our past, and also to regain confidence on ourselves and on guys. so, we shouldn't really fall in love with them but, I think its hard for me and clar to stay clean from feelings. Clar, just stay cool with it. Dont get too into the relationships. I know you are getting on fine with other guys too. Just DONT fall too deep. Love happens guys cannot be trusted, perhaps only a handful. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie. Gotta go entertain clar with lovehappens and take my revenge. you bitch, stop matchmaking me to weirdos. I bet you'll regret it. Just wait and see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-116516169944248938?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/116516169944248938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=116516169944248938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116516169944248938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116516169944248938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2006/12/you-know-what-thanks-clarisse-poh-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-116508275696950183</id><published>2006-12-03T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T02:05:57.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Boreddd. Currently at hak's place. Hes sleeping and I have no one to play with me. Decided to abort the thoughts of going over to east coast cos its gonna be worse if I am there. Only me and Chengbo. =( His sis and her friends are out in the living room while I am facing the com alone. Sad. Dave refuses to come. Perhaps jojo can join us. I hope more ppl come over and entertain me, then I wouldn't feel so bored. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to beach road for steamboat. Gosh its damn good. Charcoal teochew style steamboat with tons of fish and my favourite big white veg (loosely translated from da bai cai). Then x'mas lighting then went bugis to meet chengbo. I feel sad for him. He looked so pale nowadays and getting thinner each time I see him. I wonder if anything will happen to him. Sometimes things just arent in our control, like who you'll fall in love with. Just treasure the time you have with that person and dont live to regret. Somehow when you lose that person, then you'll realise that things arent tt bad as it might seem. Its just humans who complicate things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna think about negative stuffs right now in case I get emotional myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you think its a feeling, just go back and look again" - something for people to ponder about. I am trying hard to look again but, I dont really know whats that except that I feel something.  Think think think. and I think I can spend more time thinking about it. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAK ISNT SLEEPING. or maybe hes sleepsinging. Lols. I asked him about the quote and his interpretation of it is that if you think its a feeling, just continue or start again. Hmmmm. interesting. For me, I think, the quote means its actually not really a feeling. Just walk through your memories again, perhaps its just a sudden thought and not a feeling. Wonder whats the right interpretation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad sent me a sms but I am lazy to read. Must be some act emergency stuffs again. Wadeva. I am tired. Don't wanna think that much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-116508275696950183?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/116508275696950183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=116508275696950183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116508275696950183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116508275696950183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2006/12/boreddd.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-116499096291508553</id><published>2006-12-02T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T00:36:11.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just came back after dinner cum shopping cum supper with my family. The kind of fun is kinda unexpected type. I never liked to go out with them but I decided otherwise this year. I'll just intro them to the places I always frequent. Esplanade is on the top of my list. Can cafe was in the second place, but I decided that its too hard to resist the temptation of smoking when I am in Can Cafe so might as well skip that. Wanted to meet hak and clar after my dinner and a little shopping but clar didn't wanna watch step up and hak forgot to bring his new pack of cigs and me, I din bring my wallet along. Miss them so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, 31st nov and 1st dec was my mum's and my dad's birthday so had two or rather a week of birthday celebration just for both of them. It started off with a chocolate fudge cake i managed to get on wednesday night. and, thank god, i din get something expensive. The cake is still rotting in my fridge and no one wants to eat it cos its too cute. Its actually a plain cake but me and my younger brother decor it till its really nice. And, thurs was a busy day because of the tvsm presentation. Surprisely, Mr Loh is really nice. He asked simple questions only. Perhaps he thinks that I am too dumb to ans harder questions. =( Had lunch with qing and clar after tvsm presentation and went home for a short nap before I have dinner. And, very expected of me, I woke up late for our dinner celebrations with my parents. My two brothers were at the restaurant waiting for us because my dad had to come home and wake me up. =x  Poor brothers. Anyway, its really interesting to see people's reaction of me and my two brothers stepping out of my older brother's car. My older brother looked a little young and three of us looked weird when we step out of the car together. I should have taken the shot of an uncle staring at us in the carpark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's MPP presentation was equally sucky as all other fifteen groups I think. All of us were shot in the face. I was stumped by the questions Ms Low asked and in my opinion, she would have been a outstaning lawyer instead. shes so good at questioning people that everyone couldn't bullshit but just accept everything she says. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still feeling kinda sick because of overworking. Had a headache in the morning but still went for Pizzahut lunch with Hak. Hak made an interesting discovery about the waitress coming to me when footing the bill. I was dressed in formal and him as a casual young boy look, and we decided that the waitresses thinks that hes my TOYBOY (for definition of toyboy, visit &lt;a href="http://www.dictionary.com"&gt;www.dictionary.com&lt;/a&gt;). Its always a guy's responsibility to foot the bill no matter how young he look and how hes dressed as long as hes a well-abled guy. Take note, not boy. I wouldn't expect a five year old boy to foot the bill. Don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am toooooo tired to say anything more. Going to bed soon. Tomorrow gonna be a boring day because my mum and dad wants me to go out with them and bring my granny along for a dinner at orchard then followed by looking at the x'mas decors along orchard. Interesting har? Bringing a 70+ granny to orchard. Guess it'll be a memorable experience. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-116499096291508553?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/116499096291508553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=116499096291508553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116499096291508553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116499096291508553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2006/12/just-came-back-after-dinner-cum.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-116483075666396490</id><published>2006-11-30T04:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T04:05:56.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Still rushing tomorrows TVSM presentation. Super duper stressed and going bonkers soon. Help! I need some entertain to destress myself. Presentation is at around 11 and I have to reach school by 10 or rather before 10. AND SHIT. I forgot bout my photography assignment due tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-116483075666396490?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/116483075666396490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=116483075666396490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116483075666396490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116483075666396490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2006/11/still-rushing-tomorrows-tvsm.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-116478493724377174</id><published>2006-11-29T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T15:22:17.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Using Clar's lappy now while shes bathing. Its freaking cold here. Perhaps its not the fan but problems with myself. Keep sneezing and theres a presentation tmr. I shld be panick now but I dont really feel much of it. Just sitting down, reading blogs and blogging. Listening to some songs in her lappy and waiting for her while Qing is meeting us at JE. Most probably we'll be very late again. Haahs. Had great fun playing with photoshop, destroying someone's face. I think it isnt very nice to post it up here but anyone interested can msg me and get the file from me. Lols. Some hints on who she might be, shes blog is called flog, shes disgusting and well, me clar and hak blogged together discussing how disgusting she is. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Gotta rush out soon. Going to starbucks at wheellock then go for dinner with JC if he still remembers our dinner meeting. Gotta rush tvsm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR LOH: You are the greatest ptn I can ever have. So cute and so handsome. Give me more marks for my TVSM presentation hors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MS Helen Ng: Miss Ng. You are so pretty. Dont be too hard on us during friday's Mpp presentation. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Low: You are sooo cool. We are so glad to have you as our tutor for Mpp. So pls be kind on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAS! Well, I know all the lecturers are monitoring our blogs so jus feel free to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I wanna be there for you to ease your loneliness and share your burdens. But, somehow you arent letting me near again and you are drifting away from me. I wanna be your friend like how we used to before we got together and I shouldn't have agreed on it that night. I rather be that type of friend whom you can share your sorrows with. Can you tell me how I can help you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-116478493724377174?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/116478493724377174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=116478493724377174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116478493724377174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116478493724377174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2006/11/using-clars-lappy-now-while-shes.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-116470517149471132</id><published>2006-11-28T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T17:12:51.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I am home kinda early today. Clar's going out with her date, hak MIA, and for me, I called off my meeting with Don just to do all my projs and also to catch up on my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AM lesson is kinda funny today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Bob and Dong showed off their tummy today and we (nisa, rachel and me) drew a guy with a huge tummy in our ad for a dog food product. Nga says it looks like Loh. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Rachel drew a chicken without wings. Just drumbsticks and a oval shape body. I added a head and additional wings and a butt crack. Lols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) No one knows how a liver look like. Perhaps gotta borrow JC's nursing bible and see if theres a shape for liver. The liver I drew looked more like kidney and heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Bob let his hair down. It looked weird. Hmmmm. maybe abit more than weird.  Looked like girl's hair and its kinda disgusting. =x&lt;br /&gt;Sad to say, we didn't make it to submit the AM report. Was late for submission but, I think, we did a great job. =D First time grouping with them and its kinda nice to work with them. Sorry guys if I didn't do much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get a job soon cos x'mas is coming~~~! I wanna buy tons of stuffs to decorate bishan house and make a unforgettable x'mas party. I am looking forward to x'mas. Gotta put up a wishlist soon so that PEOPLE can know what to buy for me. I wouldn't mind cash though. saw it? HAK, x'mas gift hor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silent night  Holy night  blahblah blah blah blahhhh~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-116470517149471132?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/116470517149471132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=116470517149471132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116470517149471132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116470517149471132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-think-i-am-home-kinda-early-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-116446951061456734</id><published>2006-11-25T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T23:45:10.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The whole day is like a drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started off with a wake up call by Mr Renovation man. He came over to do some drillings and stuffs to add some switches to my house and his drilling works perfect as a alarm clock. And thanks to him, I woke up in time. Met JC to get back my barbie and barbie stayed naked for the whole day. Sorry barbie. The whole meeting is like a drama. I saw him sitting there, looking down on the floor looking kinda sad. Walked up to him, get the barbie and sorta stayed for awhile. I think this is one of the saddest scene ever that could happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the drama at outram mrt, I went to harbour front to have lunch with hak. Bought the wrong stuffs for Sentosa Cleaner. She wanted ondeh ondeh which is supposed to be sweet but I told the uncle and he gave me something spicy I think. Had lunch with hak and clar at a isolated part of sentosa with dirty benches and bushes all around. Me and Clar settled at ferry terminal to do our TVSM stuffs and I learnt quite abit about the CA2 event that we are supposed to come up by thursday. Sat there for couple of hours, done with emo-ing and camwhored with farid who popped by during his lunch break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we did a mtv after hak finished his work at sentosa. Lols. Thks to my filming technique, hak's hilarious dance moves and Clar's act cute interuptions, the mtv was good. Lols. I shall post it on youtube and show everyone our masterpiece. We got up a hippo ride from sentosa to suntec for free. The experience was great. Cool wind, nice sceneries and perfect weather. Gosh. If i could buy a bus, I'll definitely buy a topless bus and invite all my friends up and we'll go highhh~ and thks to hak, I felt kinda relaxed after that ride. *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to LA dance connection after dinner at cartel to see Clar's new baby. He turns out pretty fine, doesn't really look like Mark. Hes alright. So Clar, consider my feedback carefully. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for supper with Clar's family and Hak. And, guess what. Its soooo coincidental. I met Lionel at Lau Par Sat. Lols. I was still thinking if hes Lionel then Clar called up and he turned to look at us. Lols.Wanted to meet Chengbo but hes not home yet. Guess hes with a new gf. Everyone loves to ditch gfs for new girls. Kinda sad. I rather be the new girl and ditch the guy back. I arent taking any sides, its just a general comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt really tired. Wanna go to sleep lerhs. Nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Actually, I love you alot just that I cant show it ever again and I'll miss your hugs, your tender loving care and concern. Yearns to call you darling again. But, I know that wouldn't happen. Just to say, Ga Gaaa GaGa to you too. Its a part of my memory that will be kept intact for the rest of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-116446951061456734?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/116446951061456734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=116446951061456734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116446951061456734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116446951061456734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2006/11/whole-day-is-like-drama.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-116439763104798509</id><published>2006-11-25T03:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T03:47:11.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got myself a cup of ice water and a cold bath after a big cry was good. Felt kind of relieved. Though its freezing cold, i rather dress up in my comfy big tee, with my super duper cold aircon, sit on my beloved sofa and bury myself into projects. AM, MPP and TVSM should be able to keep me occupied for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know after Kenny, my heart could ache but thks, at least I know that I can still feel my senses. Though it didn't hurt as much, but it does hurt a little, perhaps more than a little. Short yet sweet. Thats how I would describe what happened within these few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a step out and now, I retraced my steps again but this time, perhaps two steps back from the point I started. Once bitten twice shy, furthermore, its twice now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the computer screen yet nothing comes out of my mind. Too much things running through my mind right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta pick up a call right now. Guess I will blog about it when my mind clears up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-116439763104798509?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/116439763104798509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=116439763104798509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116439763104798509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116439763104798509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2006/11/got-myself-cup-of-ice-water-and-cold.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-116430002260945038</id><published>2006-11-24T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T00:42:56.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I thought for quite sometime on how to blog tonight. And I have decided that it will still stay as a nice entry I think. Just some emotional stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost someone, got that person back and lose him again in less than 12 hours. What a amazing record. And I think, this is the shortest relationship I ever had but one that I think I really put in effort. Was kinda disappointed when I heard what he have to say. So afterall, everyone is still the same, fun but stay out of trouble. At first, I was still thinking, if it was the other way round, I guess I'll stick through. But, perhaps I am just naive. Call me names, stupid, naive, bimbotic. Perhaps these are adjectives that can describe me the best. I arent feeling hateful or pissed or whatever. Perhaps just disappointed and I think I am taking it in a very matured way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another issue about heartbreaker thing. I guess I wouldn't be that dumb to be cheated by a "heartbreaker". Afterall, sometimes i act stupid to keep myself simple. Dont wanna think too much. Even if thats the case, I'll just feel disappointed. Everything I am saying is from the bottom of my heart, I dont see a point, acting strong and say that its all okie when I dont feel very okie. Laugh all you want, flog. I dont give a damn. At least I am truthful and not say superficial childish stuffs to save own dignity. Thats not called shameless, thats being truthful to everyone about your own feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all happened in a flash. First meeting till now, everything is still fresh in my memory. Its been last than a month since we know each other but, its been only five days since we were together. Wonder how am I going to account to my aunt for it. Nevertheless, since one party is unwilling, no point dragging our feets on. I was right in the first place, never date a same age guy. Bitten twice and I guess that will be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, shall stop emo-ing now and think of how to mend my broken heart instead. Should I go retail therapy or should I just smoke my way through. Both sounded kind of nice. Lets discuss it together. Anyway, Clar, my best pal I should say. Thanks for cutting short your date to make sure that I am fine and I wish you all the best. Bobo is over. Its time to find someone better and I guess you have the right pick now. And also, Don, Ricky and Mel. I guess god is kinda kind to me by giving me a bunch of great friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata~ gotta sob through the night. (as if I would) but perhaps think of whats up for dinner with mel tmr night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-116430002260945038?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/116430002260945038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=116430002260945038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116430002260945038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116430002260945038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-thought-for-quite-sometime-on-how-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-116423574131973360</id><published>2006-11-23T06:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T06:49:01.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woke up in the middle of my sleep and realised that someone touched my phone. Shit. My parents haven't wake up yet. I am wondering if I should just change and leave home before someone starts to interrogate me regarding my sms. I hope that she didn't check my sms because I don't want her to know anything about it. ARGHS! I am going crazy yet I don't know what to do. No matter what I do couldn't change the fact that she might have read those msges. Shitty. I wonder why am I always getting into shits and start digging myself out of it. I don't wanna get married because of this and it wasn't really him who should be responsible. Whatever it is, I need someone right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-116423574131973360?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/116423574131973360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=116423574131973360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116423574131973360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116423574131973360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2006/11/woke-up-in-middle-of-my-sleep-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-116413021399388380</id><published>2006-11-22T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T01:30:14.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just reached home from Dong's gig. His performance was superb. I would have fallen for him if he didn't throw his pubic hair at me. wahahahas. anyway, i jus love being with clar and hak and leonard. They are great and funny people. Love them lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry if I hurt you. But I really dont wanna betray him. Hes so nice and I love him. It was wrong in the first place. We shouldn't have started. If we carry on, things gonna get worse, might as well end it now. I can still be a friend who shares your burden and cheer you up instead of having some complicated relationship involved. I wanna be serious about him, at least hes the first that I am determined to be serious about. I hope that you'll respect my decision like how you told me last time. You said you'll let me go if I want to leave. So this is the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to my darling sissy angel, I am sorry if I didn't tell you the truth about it. But, this time it is the truth and I have decided. I hope you wouldn't be angry at me for it. I am sorry for not being there for you today when you needed me and f'off to those two team mates of yours. Guess you are slping right now, I'll get ready for bed and see you in Lala land soon. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"PaPaUmpUmp"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-116413021399388380?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/116413021399388380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=116413021399388380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116413021399388380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116413021399388380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2006/11/just-reached-home-from-dongs-gig.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-116396574512763002</id><published>2006-11-20T03:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T03:49:05.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its 3:37am, suffering from insomnia. Kinda bored. Just couldn't get to bed, perhaps having withdrawal symptoms or perhaps its jus some stuffs thats bothering me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone doesn't like me. Hmmmm. This is my first encounter I think. Hatred at first sight. hahas. wadeva it is, I jus found it kinda funny. And I have a strong prediction, my feeling is jus right. I feel uneasy the way shes looking at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna try to fall aslp now. Theres school tmr. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-116396574512763002?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/116396574512763002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=116396574512763002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116396574512763002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116396574512763002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-337am-suffering-from-insomnia.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-116392064535669507</id><published>2006-11-19T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T15:17:25.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thurs night turned out to be a disaster. Me clar and hak wanted to go for movies but decided otherwise and stayed at clar's place for the whole day. Went for a little phototaking trip with clar's mum opp their block. Here are some pictures i took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/siaoargal/Oct061.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/siaoargal/th_Oct061.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/siaoargal/Oct125.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/siaoargal/th_Oct125.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/siaoargal/Oct102.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/siaoargal/th_Oct102.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/siaoargal/Oct082.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/siaoargal/th_Oct082.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/siaoargal/Oct088.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/siaoargal/th_Oct088.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/siaoargal/Oct073-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/siaoargal/th_Oct073-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/siaoargal/Oct105.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/siaoargal/th_Oct105.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/siaoargal/Oct063.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/siaoargal/th_Oct063.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that phototaking session, we went over to clar's place and rotted through the day. Watched King and the Clown. Its kinda sad although we couldn't catch wads going on because everything was in korean and theres only korean subtitles. We were screening for some actions in the movie but we were disappointed. theres only kissing scenes. If i were a guy, I would have fallen for the clown too. Hes just too pretty to resist. Thank god I am not a les, if not i might fall for guys too. After the movie, we  were so bored that we started fighting each other and we fought for around an hour plus till all of us fall flat on the bed. i love clar's mum. she said, if hak wears a wig and skirt, he can be our sister. hahahahah~ so cute~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and clar intended to go gym on friday morning but the fight at clar's place left us tired and left us with muscle aches. We decided to meet dong and leonard in town instead. We were late for around an hour or so and dong was waiting for us at taka. I am sorry, dong. After meeting dong, we went over to heeren and meet leonard. Hes going for a haircut there. We rotted at heeren for an hour plus before leonard finish his haircut and we crossed over to cine with neoprints in mind. but when we reached that neoprint shop, we are kinda shy to get in. Lols. 4 18 year old taking neoprints. we left the shop without taking a single photo but went back to get it done after buying tix for movies. the photostickers look so cute. I shall scan it later in the night to show all of u. After movies, dong left for home while me clar and leonard went over to vivo to meet JC and hak. Had my favourite delicious PASTA SALAD from Starbucks and Carl's Jr's beef chilli cheese fries. Went over to tantrics which is a gay pub located at chinatown. Thank god JC was with me. We were the only straight couple there i think. But but but, gosh.The guys there were hot. Some of them look so cute and some of them have that matured hot look. Taboo is even more depressing for perfectly straight females. The whole place is packed with guys. and I mean, hot handsome guys. But its kinda turnoff because you can see most of them hugging and touching each other. I'll never enter a gay club ever again. I am dead serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met JC on sat evening. We were supposed to meet in the afternoon but due to unforeseenable reasons like Chengbo didn't wake up in time to meet Qiqi so I had to go over and wake him up instead. Had a long talk with Qiqi and heard alot about Kenny's current gf. She said Kenny had the cheek to ask if her current gf is prettier than me. and she was laughing behind his back. HAHA. The funniest thing is that Qiqi's friend called henghui, a ANGPOW. hahahhas. oh my god shes wearing a sport shoes, with a pair of three quarter beige pants that looked too small and was too short to be three quarter with a bright red top and a big red plastic earrings. I can imagine her fully in that kind of 60s dress with hairband on her head. And for your info, this isn't a compliment. its an insult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that I want to mention will be the last ring that I gave Kenny. The one will green crystal on it. Its kinda scary because I always find it in the most appropriate time and in the most inappropraite place. Yesterday, I was feeling emo while eating pasta salad because alot of memories came back and thereafter, I found the ring in my adidas bag. I have been using that compartment for a long long time but I didn't notice the existence of that ring. Wadeva it is, that ring isnt going to haunt me again because JC threw it away for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets continue with sat evening. Met JC at eunos and went over to his place to study and rotted till night. Hes quite a gd cute lil boy. hahas. I love the noodles he cooked. He even prepared garnish for it. SO CUTE~!! hahas. it proves that he put in tons of effort in that bowl of noodles. Love ya lots. Went to fisherman's village at night for a drink. Had STINGRAY. hahahas. Clar, I am really sorry. I had stingray without you and it tasted really good except that its abit too spicy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ending my entry now because I am meeting chengbo soon. Waiting for hak and clar to finish work too. Miss them lots. I hope it doesnt make a difference in our friendship. I'll still love you guys alot alot and alot. If theres anything that I did wrong, let me know. I dont wanna lose u guys like how I lost pauline. I'll tell u guys officially if we are meeting later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, Ilovemylilsucker. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-116392064535669507?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/116392064535669507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=116392064535669507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116392064535669507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116392064535669507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2006/11/thurs-night-turned-out-to-be-disaster.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-116360623443173662</id><published>2006-11-15T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:57:14.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If my life is more simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who thinks that their life is simple? Tell me. Perhaps less than a handful will and these people are really fortunate to be insane. Every normal human being with a sound mind would have been through alot. So now, lets see how nice my life would be if its simpler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Handphones will be UFOs for me. Whats the point of having handphones. The technology is so complicated and I doubt I would have any friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I'll stay at home 24/7 and I'll get tons of warning letters for SP or perhaps even get expelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)  I'll breed my own chickens and when they reach the age of 3, I'll say byebye to them and there goes my effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Simple = no work. I'll live off my parents for the rest of my life and perhaps be a begger after my parents pass on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Fancy clothes are nono for me then. I'll get a night gown and wear it for 20 years without changing because I doubt simple life includes owning a washing machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, I am lazy to brainstorm. Brain malfunctioning and having a bloody stomach cramp all of a sudden. Shit it. Troubles doesnt come alone. And even Msn is going against me. None of my messages could be sent except for Clar's. Whats wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the last section is dedicated to my cutie pie. Sorry for saying that I treat you as a brother. I didn't know I meant that much to you cutie. I'll never do that to you again. Lets treasure and cherish the time we have before its going to end. okie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xoxo- iiIeX LuRbEe EuuX OwAeSs WoRsx -xoxo-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-116360623443173662?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/116360623443173662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=116360623443173662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116360623443173662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116360623443173662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2006/11/if-my-life-is-more-simple.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-116352952430656808</id><published>2006-11-15T02:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T02:38:44.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its 2:17 am right now, my MLE exams is at 11.30am later but I havent really started on it. thats me. I wonder whats wrong but I arent panicking. Just decided to sit down and blog abit before I start off my serious mugging till tomorrow. Anyway, Clar, I dont know what to tell you cos I LOVE YOU SO MUCH~ You are no doubt my greatest pal. Do everything just for me. hahaha. May that dumbass fall into our trick and get her friendster settled. I don't wanna give her peace at all because she took something important away from me and I arent a simple girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rummy said, shanghainese prostitutes are charging at $20 for handjob and $60 for the real thing. Lols. Hak. You should lower your pricing. Hope that your business goes smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahas. Anyway, today's paper was kinda shitty. Whats with Communication Strategies.? This is the question that caused me to lose my bet with Clar. Wadeva it is, just dont fail me and I'll be a happy girl.&lt;br /&gt;Had a "studying" session that ended up to be a rotting session, as usual. Leonard was poking my tummy the whole afternoon, Clar read the 'heartbreaker' book that I borrowed from SP library months ago, JC was busy ignoring me and Don was the most hardworking of the lot, followed by me. I studied half of Chap A. =D hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thks to JC, I had a terrible night. Ask him what he did then. Lols. Anyway, I am fine. Perfectly fine just that I have chosen a route for myself. Thanks to Don for always thinking stuffs for me and trying to protect me. I felt really grateful and I hope that we can be gd brothers instead. I just love the kind of security you gave me. hahas. Fear not, I have a couple of years more before I should get worried if I'll be left on the shelf so we'll just leave it this way. I am happy like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-116352952430656808?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/116352952430656808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=116352952430656808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116352952430656808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116352952430656808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-217-am-right-now-my-mle-exams-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-116345059693700061</id><published>2006-11-14T04:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:43:16.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Obviously, some ppl do not understand what is i dont like u. I am going crazy trying to get tt thru to someone. I dont wanna make it tt obvious but I doubt I am giving it any leeway anymore. And how childish one can get by trying to gain sympathy by committing suicide. I will only get scared of tt person rather than do what he/she says because I'll get killed the next time trying to get the msg through. Please spare some thought for this girl whos trying to be nice to tell you earlier that she doesnt like you even if shes having a exam tmr. Jus leave it right? Perhaps your maturity doesnt match up with your age. I am going crazy soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its not one. its two. Whats wrong with me opening up my choices. ARGHS! forget it. dont wanna say anymore. Pissed and unhappy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-116345059693700061?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/116345059693700061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=116345059693700061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116345059693700061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116345059693700061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2006/11/obviously-some-ppl-do-not-understand.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-116340988373721095</id><published>2006-11-13T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:24:43.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hey. I am feeling kinda unhappy abt wad dee said in her blog. Well lets start from the most recent incident abt CS chalet. we r fine with them so we went and the most impt thing is tt u din even asked me and xiu if we wanna have a get together session and then u blamed clar for it. Wads wrong with going to a chalet when our get together session wasnt even discussed properly in the first place. Is it tt if we din go to the chalet, u'll call us one day inadvance to let us know or jus blame us the same way and said tt we pangsehed u. anyway, i shldn't comment much abt this incident bcos its not really my prob.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, lets go on to the tkd incident. I know I am in the fault for not letting you know that I am quitting. But, on the other hand, i think you have some serious prob too. In the first place, I said I wanted to join but I am in no hurry to get the uniform and application procedure done. And you rushed through it so that I have no choice but to accept it. And you came over my place to DRAG me there. Okie. You are my friend since secondary 1. I have nothing to say but to accept my fate. Then when I decided that it doesnt interest me anymore, I dont DARE to tell you I wanna quit tts why it dragged for so long. I am sure if I told you I wanna quit earlier, you'll throw a major tantrum. But thks to Clar, she tried to psycho you abit, tts why I am still in a piece right now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than the tkd incident. Another thing that got me quite pissed was actually the day when I met you at Westmall after the movies. You refused to share cab with my GOOOOOOD friends and even said that infront of them. If I did that to you, how would u feel? Then the day after this incident, you even told Clar something like you dont like adam and pat at all. You dont even know them. On what basis you can have such a judgement of them. They are my very very close friends. If you dontlike them, you can jolly well keep tt in ur heart and dont let it out. Like how we always tolerate your behaviour. Its just basic courtesy for your "friends". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now did I know what you said, you make me reconsider about tolerating you. Because you reached my limit. You have to consider our feelings first before you can expect us to tolerate your feelings. I know I changed and Clar too. But you shldn't call ppl bimbos~ when quarreling. How would you feel if I called you names. Thats kinda childish har? Materialistic? WE ARE? Oh you haven't met real materialistic bimbos then. We have our own thinkings and whats wrong with being materialistic? Its just a part of growing up. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dont tell me five yrs down the road, you'll still wear OP tees and walk around in office right? We have to change to keep up with the society esp in Media course. Wearing cheap and unbranded stuffs is a nono to us in our industry. And, from the day you know me, you shld know that my wardrobe is full of such stuffs. I cant live without brandeds. Call me materialistic then. I dont see that in Clar's behaviour. And I felt injustice for her. Shes always tolerating you but you din appreciate her efforts and in the end, you always say things that hurt her. Whos the one hurting others now? I dare to say that we never intended to hurt our friendship and we have been trying to hold on to it for years. And now, we are the ones to be blamed. Gosh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont wanna say more before I get scolded. Tata~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-116340988373721095?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/116340988373721095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=116340988373721095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116340988373721095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116340988373721095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2006/11/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-116335596045374341</id><published>2006-11-13T02:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T02:26:00.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/siaoargal/Oct024.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/siaoargal/th_Oct024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/siaoargal/Oct030.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/siaoargal/th_Oct030.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/siaoargal/Oct037.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/siaoargal/th_Oct037.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/siaoargal/Oct038.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/siaoargal/th_Oct038.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/siaoargal/JCme2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/siaoargal/th_JCme2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/siaoargal/JCme1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/siaoargal/th_JCme1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/siaoargal/Oct002.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/siaoargal/th_Oct002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-116335596045374341?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/116335596045374341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=116335596045374341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116335596045374341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116335596045374341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-116325848663309969</id><published>2006-11-11T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:21:26.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn. I dont like this blog skin. I love my black skin~ Clar, return me tt. And Gosh. guess two is too much for me. shldn't have taken two panadols. feeling kinda weird now and perhaps too tired. But, I am going to persevere cos I haven't even finish a single chap of any modules. I am going to be dead meat soon. And if any DMC ppl other than Clar happens to visit my blog, pls lend me PRMP notes to photocopy. For your reference, I am panicking now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Candy, your reaction is abit too extreme. I am sorry if we decided to go to the chalet rather than get together ourselves. But, don't get angry over such stuffs. Its gonna hurt our friendship. I know I am the one being a busybody now but just wanna let you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hak and Clar gonna work tmr. So I am home alone again. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-116325848663309969?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/116325848663309969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=116325848663309969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116325848663309969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116325848663309969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2006/11/damn.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-116315445189279911</id><published>2006-11-10T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T18:27:31.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Clarisse is so cute.&lt;br /&gt;Clarisse is so cute.&lt;br /&gt;Clarisse is so cute.&lt;br /&gt;Clarisse is so cute.&lt;br /&gt;Clarisse is so cute.&lt;br /&gt;Clarisse is so cute.&lt;br /&gt;Clarisse is so cute.&lt;br /&gt;Clarisse is so cute.&lt;br /&gt;Clarisse is so cute.&lt;br /&gt;Clarisse is so cute.&lt;br /&gt;Clarisse is so cute.&lt;br /&gt;Clarisse is so cute.&lt;br /&gt;Clarisse is so cute.&lt;br /&gt;Clarisse is so cute.&lt;br /&gt;Clarisse is so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New blogskin for Jask. Nice right. Of course man.&lt;br /&gt;See you in 3 hours time bimb!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-116315445189279911?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/116315445189279911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=116315445189279911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116315445189279911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116315445189279911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2006/11/clarisse-is-so-cute.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-116310550780297102</id><published>2006-11-10T04:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T04:51:47.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bored. Everyone is aslp. But I am still feeling kinda awake after talking to Ricky. Somehow, I think hes okie, nice to be with and really sweet at times. But, I rather date than to be committed right now. Anyway, my bitchy mode changed to normal innocent cute mode and I just read her blog again, looking out for updates. Its funny. I thought I was the only one who hated her but guess, I am wrong. The tagboard is full of sarcasm notes. The finger will be pointed at me soon because I am the major suspect. Whatever is it, I dont owe anyone any explanation. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarisse is sleeping. Hak? i dont know. Don slept long ago after laughing at Sentosa's new attraction, pig tearing tickets. our new fren, JC slept for ages. Think I tortured him toooo much that he rather slp than wake up. Ricky, going to bed before meeting me tmr afternoon. The only conversation I have right now is with Joan. Shes asking me bout PRMP. My policy, just give politically right answers will do. It needn't be in the notes, just some general answers will do. I'll rather keep those textbook answers to the exam next week. A waste of time to do e-learning that seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photography. Gosh. Its due tmr and I doubt I'll be doing. Gotta have a 2 days full of fun. I'll just blog about my schedule so that Miss Clarisse Poh can know what time to meet me. I'll be over at Ricky's place after 12. You may choose to meet me anytime from 12 or after your sis's birthday celebration. Then, we can proceed to our ex-bball team chalet. And we shall rot till sat, 4.30 before we go and watch my handsome cute little brother's bball match then dong's gig. cool with the plan? We can get hak to join us at dong's gig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever is reading this blog, you may catch me anytime tmr. Call me out. Hahas. after so much publicity, I hope readership will increase by more than a fold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rummy keeps sharing funny jokes on human organs with me. So, keep a lookout for my entire post on jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tune with Jask's SLOG.&lt;br /&gt;ps: I am going to be a frequent blogger from now on. Stop my self isolation and be more committed to blogging, both private and public blogs. But hope you guys dont get offended by whatever I may blog because I mean no offence most of the time. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/siaoargal/Oct090.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/siaoargal/th_Oct090.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/siaoargal/Oct007.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/siaoargal/th_Oct007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/siaoargal/Oct015.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/siaoargal/th_Oct015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/siaoargal/Oct073.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/siaoargal/th_Oct073.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/siaoargal/deepinthoughtcopy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/siaoargal/th_deepinthoughtcopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/siaoargal/31-10-06_2313.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/siaoargal/th_31-10-06_2313.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/siaoargal/hakme.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/siaoargal/th_hakme.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/siaoargal/31-10-06_2310.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/siaoargal/th_31-10-06_2310.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-116310550780297102?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/116310550780297102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=116310550780297102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116310550780297102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116310550780297102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2006/11/bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-116309072018605567</id><published>2006-11-09T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T01:27:50.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Clarisse here. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guest blogging for Jask after we laughed our ass off reading some fuckass bitch blog. Wait till another day when i'm feeling damn mean i'll post up her blog add and everyone may entertain themselves laughing at a poor girl who can't even spell differentiate. To the girl, if you can't spell differentiate, please don't even attempt to. Defereniate is NOT differentiate. Oh ya, i seriously cannot defereniate your haorcut. To think that you are in a NGEE ANN POLY? GOSH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, Jask, i am proud that you are dating human-looking guys nowadays. After facing a frankenstein-looking monster for how long? A year? I'm glad you have shifted your taste. I can still remember the first time me and siew saw him. We burst into tears at his hideousness. Following that we went into hysterics laughing at him. MUAHAHAHAHA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying at mac now and we were talking about people who likes cartoon characters. Like, seriously, nowadays, people of our age group don't really erm, like cartoon characters. You know mickey mouse, is like so SISSY looking. Just try listening to his whiny voice, you'd think that he's a gay in costume. People who like mickey mouse, are idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jask and i came up with a list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Fat and ugly people, or couples, should not take photos of their faces unless they're standing 1 km away from the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) If fat, stay away from pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Changing a hairstyle doesn't change anything. Fat is still fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Fat people should not utter the word baby, because baby equates small and cute, which fat people aren't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Fat people should refrain from calling people baby too, unless they're trying to cause a massive heart attack and stroke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Fat people should be insecure and beware of "not so simple" girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) White spec makes face look fat while white specs on fat faces makes face look humongous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Fat people's friendster takes a longer time to load, sometimes, it may even hang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Fat people cannot turn into game characters. Only their eyes could be seen on the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) AIYA, FAT MEANS FAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK. DAMN FUNNY HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*This is not dedicated to fat people. It is dedicated to a fatass boobless bitch. Anyway, hi =) I hope you are reading this. Fuck off and die k? Don't take up too much space. Serious. You take up damn lot of space. I think this is Jask's longest blog entry ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of Clar's guest blogging, its me now, Jasmine Koo, the "not so simple" girl. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am seriously entertained and flattered by what that bitch blogged about me. I didn't know I had such power to break a relationship till I read that blog. It made my night. hahahaa. Oh ya.. and Clar decided that her blog name should be FLOG. Fatass's blog. I love that name. Its short, accurate and easy to remember and she added, "it doesnt take up too much space" hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading flog, I realised that my blog should be called SLOG. I am actually the symbol of simplicity, purity and innocence. so i should be SLOG~ Clar's blog should be CLOG ( stands for cute clarisse's blog). I am amazed by the fact that we neglected our exams jus to laugh at her and we spent almost two hours going through some nonsensical ah lian's language. It is entertaining and amusing I must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although he used to look like a frankenstein, he still look much better in the past than now. He looks like some overfed balding buffalo. I am sorry to bitch about people but I have to get it off my chest before I die of laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must agree that I wanted to break up their relationship in the past but I couldn't have done it without his own help. He was the one calling me, intiating conversations by asking me to join wadeva mlm company which I am not in the least interested. I am more interested dating cute guys or rotting with my bunch of great frens. =D clar and hak should feel proud of themselves.&lt;br /&gt;-- she said, " I am, I am the cutest person on earth" Goshhh~ she added, " At least I am cuter than things that takes up space" Wadeva. haha. Three of us will die of self narcissism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---- Oh hak dropped a mouthful of his Grilled Chicken foldover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I wanna say more about my past wonderful relationship to let that fatass know how much shes worth in his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roses -- It started off with me because I love blood red roses. Perhaps u can choose to like bigger flowers to suit your overall image. Sunflower might be good for you. Or clar said, " MALAYSIA DA HONG HUA" which I dont know what the fark is that. "Its Malaysia official national flower" she added and corrected by Hak. Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hes never late-- For as long as I remembered, I am always late and he never even complained about it and now, hes late for more an hour because of DOTA. That means, he prefers to see monsters dragging their feet on the computer screen than feel the vibration of your walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---- Hakim is shaking his head because he thinks that we are too kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The long sentence about him saying if he changed, that would not be him anymore -- I think I should charge him for copyright issues. I was the one who originated it. Clar suggested that I should patent it but she said, "I doubt she understands whats patent." and hak said, "No, its not a kind of food"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------- pls refer to &lt;a href="http://www.dictionary.com"&gt;www.dictionary.com&lt;/a&gt; if you have any problem with the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooking -- All the food he cooked for you is actually not really food. He cant cook for nuts and the best thing he cooked for me is by buying 1kg worth of pork ribs for a small little pot of potato soup because I love having potato soup and he wants the best for me. Oh ya. Perhaps he did that for you too because you need 1kg of pork ribs to fill your stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats with the "we did it three times" -- We did it more than you can imagine. So dont think too highly of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him buying lots of clothes for you -- I guess its because your clothes are too disgusting that he thinks you need a revamp for your wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---- I missed that "wardrobe" spelling and now, they are laughing at me and wondering if we can spell our names after reading FLOG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---- "Neber spell never as NEBER" -xoxo- WAHHAHAHAHAHAHS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt; -- look like i am seducing him, licking his ears .. he said i look "h****" .. woots*** ----&lt;br /&gt;Horny u meant or rather, you dont know how to spell hideous. You look like you are giving his ears a blowjob. Clar: Oh you mean his dick is so miniscule that you have to resort to blowing his ears. HINDI is the word!" hahas. Bangla's good friend. Hak: Sister, One men, how much? One men 8 dollars?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him saying that you should trust him -- You shouldn't. Because thats the sign of him cheating on you dumbass. Guys can never be trusted esp guys who have such a "glamorous" past. I am teaching you a lifelong lesson, little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sending gf home is not a privilege -- Ya. its a must. "Whats the point of sending you home when you cant even share the same lift," Clar SAID. AND ITS FARKING FUNNY! Do you get it? or do I have to explain. The MaMa so fat joke changed. 'Your mama is so fat that when she got into the life, she got STUCK~'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya. how can we forget that sofa incident. "You put your leg on the sofa and the sofa broke right?" Clar said. And yea, I slept on that sofa on top of him and nothing happened. Gosh. You really take up hell lot of space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE ARE SO BITCHY. Let me tell you guys about our conversation here right now, at mac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clar: Oh Ya. I know. He thought she was the sofa and sat on her then he felt humps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh you mean bumps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hak falls down with hysterical laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i just dun like her calling him and talking to my baby .. i just feel so uneasy .. i just dun like baby talking to her .. i dun like her .. i am not afraid of her .. anyone noe how i feel now?? .. haissss ... " -- I know how you feel, you are just afraid of me, just be truthful, I swear I wun laugh too loudly. Cos i am soooo cute. Gosh. I am disgusted by my shamelessness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- We are now more entertained with the presence of my new cute little "BABY" say hello to Don. =D hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hak's turn to blog.&lt;br /&gt;_______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=xoxo= DeAriEe XiaO geRgEr~ =xoxo=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AfTeR yEarS oFf xPieRiEnCe wRiTinNg LoiKe tHiS aNd SpEeKinG tiS WaE, iEe m NoW a CeRrtiEfieDd CoUnTsErLeRh iN hELpiNgG fAtAss biYArchers loikE iEuu wHo caNt HeLp bUtt feeL ouh ShO iNseCured AboUt EbEriEthang iNn LiFe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FiRst OfF aLL, yOuR weiGht isSue WorXxX. It iSsH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- Hes entertained by the fact that Don doesnt know the way to underwater world and they are now exchanging pointers on how to speak nicely with a tamil accent. Nice conversation. "Underwater world, not underworld" Wahhahahaha. Don's voice is now h****. WAHAHHAHAHA. too much of tt fatass's jokes. Now we are counting distance in steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Clar here. JASK CANNOT DIFFERENTIATE BETWEEN INDIANS AND MALAY AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!! Read FLOG will turn stupid HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Clar OinKed OinKed and Don ask iF SeNtOeSaa GoRtT piG.. Oink OiNk. Come LeT miEe TeLL yOu thE wAy tO uNderWater World, brother. First you take the Blue Line bus. The Blue Line bus brother, the bus not blue brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;aNiEwAe xiAo gErger.. Im too darn lazy to talk about you, cuz Im just like wasting my time talking about you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-116309072018605567?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/116309072018605567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=116309072018605567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116309072018605567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116309072018605567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2006/11/clarisse-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-116307369215339829</id><published>2006-11-09T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T20:04:37.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am freakingly bored. waiting for my dear little hakim to come back from sp and have dinner with me. =( Didn't produce much today either. Perhaps the only right thing I did was to cook Alfungi though it didn't tasted quite right. E-learning work is piling up and due date is tomorrow, yet I am not even half done. Mid sem tests are around the corner and I haven't really started on it. Guess I shld be the one repeating all modules this sem, can join aung soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hakim Hakim Hakim Hakim Hakim! WHERE ARE YOU?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Media Law Ethics&lt;br /&gt;Public Relations Management Practice&lt;br /&gt;Advertising Management&lt;br /&gt;Essentials of Finance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay. DMC is not all about filming. Its about all aspects of the media which includes stupid stuffs like finance. Had an hour full of finance e-learning tutorial just now. Gosh. I dont wanna know if DBS has the largest network of branches in SG. I rather know how many outlets TopShop have. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We had a storybook beginning getting better with each page&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in the middle I somehow lost my place&lt;br /&gt;Then came the final chapter where you said we were through&lt;br /&gt;And left me living sadly ever after loving you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Colin Raye, Sadly Ever After&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-116307369215339829?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/116307369215339829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=116307369215339829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116307369215339829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116307369215339829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-am-freakingly-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-116282727799490051</id><published>2006-11-06T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T23:34:38.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt; A photo taking trip with clar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2109/298/320/CIMG1300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2109/298/1600/Oct050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2109/298/320/Oct050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2109/298/1600/death.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2109/298/320/death.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2109/298/1600/Oct067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2109/298/320/Oct067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2109/298/320/Oct078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2109/298/1600/Oct078.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-116282727799490051?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/116282727799490051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=116282727799490051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116282727799490051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116282727799490051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2006/11/photo-taking-trip-with-clar.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-116064157723101275</id><published>2006-10-12T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T16:26:18.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Clar: yeap. shes who u think tt is. and i am lazy to name. none of my business anymore. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. I am so bored tt I gotta blog and no one visits my blog. which is, a gd thing. I can bitch about whoeva I wan with limited number of ppl knowing. Lols. I'll bitch bout Clar and Hak. mwahahahahahahas. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boring boring. Din go to school for four days. I was sick on Monday, and for tues and wed, I decided tt its not worth to attend so I skipped. and today is the fourth day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine Jasmine staying at home for more than 20 hours a day. tts the new and latest hobby I acquired. =D sleep, eat, watch films. I dont even feel like talking on the phone. Perhaps something is wrong since school reopen. And I am feeling way toooooooooooooo awake to slp right now. tt explains why am I blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clar and Misty going gym but I CANT GO. wad a waste. gotta stay at home or another alternative, to get my absolut kurant. mwahahahahas. another free absolut on the way. yeap. i shld go get it before tt hungry thomas drinks it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Looking forward to 28th oct. I MISS U GUYS!-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-116064157723101275?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/116064157723101275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=116064157723101275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116064157723101275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/116064157723101275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2006/10/clar-yeap.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-115942423431941730</id><published>2006-09-28T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T14:20:52.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dont know wad went into me when I chose to take dmc when I have motion sickness. Since young, everytime I watch films taken on a digicam or camcorder, I'll wanna puke. I din know wads wrong with me till I am in secondary four. Yet, I chose the media course when I know I will get tons of this films. And each time I watch them, its a torture. And I am really sick of this motion sickness thingy. If theres god, pls, take this "illness" away. The films tt I have to watch are worsening. At first, I can get exempted from it but now, it became part of my assignment. Gosh. I can believe I survived through an hour of Michael Buble's concert video which involves ALOT of shaky images, dissolving and many many many scenes in a frame. I shld have chosen cda instead of tvsm. In this rate, I think I'll be dead REAL soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine -*giddy, wanna puke, stomach churning*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-115942423431941730?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/115942423431941730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=115942423431941730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/115942423431941730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/115942423431941730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-dont-know-wad-went-into-me-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-115920222530026516</id><published>2006-09-26T00:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T00:37:05.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A perfect day to celebrate Hady's victory was spoilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traumatising experience never to be told or reminded again. I couldnt face anyone. I dont know why. Just wanted to hide myself in the cosy little room of mine. I need a bathe, I need peace. The things I want now will most probably be Hak, Clar and Dave, perhaps my family too. Wonder hows school going to be tomorrow. Life seems to have come to a halt. How nice would it be if time happens to stop when I am lying on my bed, indulge in my sweet little dream of mine which once happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Just a little jus than two yrs since I graduated from my secondary school, I explored almost every single thing that I never thought I would. Love, bliss, excitement, thrill, daring, drunk, fear, hatred, anger, deniance. Fear caught me unaware and hit me hardest. I never ever thought that anyone would shiver in fear till i experienced it  myself. Uncontrollable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-115920222530026516?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/115920222530026516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=115920222530026516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/115920222530026516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/115920222530026516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2006/09/perfect-day-to-celebrate-hadys-victory_26.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-115895776174425793</id><published>2006-09-23T04:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T04:42:41.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dee:&lt;br /&gt;in ur process of obsessing with one particular person, u ended up hurting many ppl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thks dee. i didn't remember or bother bout wad am i did to anyone around me. perhaps i am too obsessed with me. to think of it now, is he worth it? perhaps the old kenny worth everything in the world to exchange for. or rather, the kenny now doesnt even worth a penny. let it be the end of everything. like wad don said, slp and wake up as the new jasmine tmr. and think throughout these months hes been standing here beside me. thks dude. love ya lots. for the rest of the ppl, since hes doesnt want to be named, forget it. i guess u gotta read thru my blog entries a few more times and get wad am i saying. the previous entries were written in a fit of anger or rather rage. i am calm and alright now after a few hours of mapling. i start to wonder wads love. gosh. i think it question dates back to jesus's era. i think i arent gd enuf for the game yet, wait till i am older and more matured bahs. for the time being, think of wad i am going to shop for tmr and get prepared to scream my lungs for dong at gas haus and hady in the indoor stadium on sunday. thks dong for ur invitation. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-115895776174425793?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/115895776174425793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=115895776174425793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/115895776174425793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/115895776174425793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2006/09/dee-in-ur-process-of-obsessing-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-115877445686015661</id><published>2006-09-21T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T01:47:36.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no one knows wad i wanted. everyone presumed tt they know. sad to say, none know. nice clothes, nice bags. its superficial material goods to replace love. easily said, i love you, you love me. 3 words. so easy, yet who speaks from the bottom of the heart? i think i am no different than a whore. paid to do wad others want to. yeap. getting allowance and nice items from parents to listen to them, let them vent their anger. depressing. i wanna forget him. i really do. who wants to stay on like tt for the rest of his life, saying i miss u yet, jus trying to play around with my heart, see him cheating on his gf yet when hes with his gf, timid like mouse. i cant help to laugh at her stupidity and his lies. dumb ass. go to hell. i wasted one yr plus of everything, frenship, studies and family. wasted. wad can i do to catch back? nothing. death seems like a better route than living. guess the only thing tt keeps me moving on in life are the three other fuckers. guys, i love u all. greatest pals i ever met.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-115877445686015661?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/115877445686015661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=115877445686015661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/115877445686015661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/115877445686015661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2006/09/no-one-knows-wad-i-wanted.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-115558186006170674</id><published>2006-08-15T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T02:57:40.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Many said, blog is for you to pen down your emotions to destress you. tts why i am doing it right now. Hoping tt once i am done with blogging, I can concentrate on my upcoming papers. But I doubt so. The harm was caused too long ago to do any last min touch up. Just hope tt i wun be retained. And if I am, I know who to blame it to. Blame it on the one whom i gave up my everything for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really excited and happy when I saw your msg. I thought it was a dream but I pinched myself and knew that its reality. However, mins later, the world came crushing on me when I know wad u actually wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now did I know, all the things I done for him, they were all useless and I am cheated in the end. How dumb am I. All the love he claimed were jus a pack of lies. Imagine if you were the one, giving up your studies, your beloved family and friends just for a guy and in the end, he treated u as a toy? How evil can this world be? Just full of making use and lies. Sad I must say and the devil won the war. I lost myself completely. I rather indulge in all the lies he told and not know the truth cos truth hurts too much. I'll nv forget how he treated me. the one I loved so deeply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "do you treat me as a fool by throwing temper at me as and when you like?" I wanted to ans and explain but it couldn't come out from me. Perhaps its because i was hurt too deeply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not treat you as a fool but perhaps I took you like my family member, my partner. All I wanted was the best for you but you just wouldn't want to cherish yourself. It hurts to see you rotting your life away and I wanted to be with you so I needed security. Tts why I made you study. I dont care what you were then, bcos all I can see was our future. I want to prove everyone wrong and show them tt you are the one for me. Never did I know that you saw me as a bad tempered gf, someone whom dont treat you well. If I knew that you didn't love me, I wouldn't treated you like tt. I'll just play with you all day long bcos you wun be with me for the rest of my life, why would i care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to rebut wad you said yesterdae but somehow I lost the courage to. Either you changed or rather I did not know you in the start. How much I wanted to believe that all those that you said was fake but I have no way to prove myself wrong because if you loved me, you wouldn't have done all that. Wouldn't have said all those stuffs. You taught me, true love doesnt exist. Theres nothing stopping us, just yourself. Because all you wanted from me wasnt love. I am just a toy to satsify your desires. Or rather perhaps in the start I was just a item.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point of time I am writing, nothing is going in my mind except you. I am confused, sad, scared and everything u name it i have it except happiness. tt wad i get when i am deluded for a yr thinking that i am living in such a happy life with you by myside. I can only laugh at myself now for being so dumb. Hak is right, i am just purely dumb. Nothing esle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But theres something in me that still care about u. When i saw u yesterdae, i cant help but get worried bout you. You grew so much fatter and your hair is thinning. I hope that she takes gd care of you. Or at least you care about yourself. Its really dumb to care about you at this time. Perhaps its just a habit that I must kick off. I wouldn't want to fall for the same old lie once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling is just so much beyond words. It hurts too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never carry on that hope anymore. For the past one month, i have always hoped tt our ending will be like the mtv of superwoman. But tt wun happen ever again. So pls wake up Jasmine. You should have by now rather than waiting endlessly for this jerk. Hes a farker. CAN YOU JUST BELIEVE IT. why are u so stubborn? why? just a min ago, you are screaming and shouting saying how much u hate kenny. Yet, this moment, you kept thinking of excuses for why is he treating you that badly. Get a farking brain and stop deceiving yourself. So wad if you want him back, will he ever bother even when you are dying? Hes just play games with your mind. Trying to show how saint is he by tt few sms. Hes just useless. Why r u so into him? WHY!? there are more picks out there, why are you stucking to him? WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant help but to shed tears whenever i think of him. I couldn't cry when I saw him. I even asked him to offer me. Wad the fark am I doing? It seems like a nightmare but everything tells me that it isnt. Spent 40 bucks to get humiliated. How dumb can I be. I doubt theres a limit to my dumbness. Far too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say to kenny now is tt, you have a gf. I hope that shes a wonderful one. So pls dont betray her. I dont want any gers to get hurt by you again. Just give her your best like how u gave me. But never to betray her. Sex is not everything but love can do miracles. Love changed me into a brand new person. So I hope one day you can meet one that can change you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take really gd care of yourself because I can no longer take care of you and I am too depressed to control myself not to do anything stupid to hurt you. When i regain my normal self, all i can think of is revenge. how am i going to make you pay back all you caused. Sorry yet I cant forget you. And i am remembering you for all you have done to me. I hate you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-115558186006170674?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/115558186006170674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=115558186006170674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/115558186006170674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/115558186006170674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2006/08/many-said-blog-is-for-you-to-pen-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-115515167188588266</id><published>2006-08-10T03:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T03:27:51.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;IF I WERE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if i were an icecream man's daughter and if i were to marry, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll marry an icecream man's son more than any other.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cos i can lick and he can lick, we can lick each other,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in the middle of the night licking one another.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if i were a policeman's daughter and if i were to marry,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll marry a policeman's son more than any other.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cos i can shoot and he can shoot, we can shoot each other,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in the middle of the night shooting one another.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if i were a vampire's daughter and if i were to marry,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll marry a vampire's son more than any other.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cos i can suck and he can suck, we can suck each other,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in the middle of the night sucking one another.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;contribute if u know more of it. LOLS. i jus love it. ITS SO FUNNY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-115515167188588266?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/115515167188588266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=115515167188588266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/115515167188588266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/115515167188588266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2006/08/if-i-were-if-i-were-icecream-mans.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18958203.post-115453356549805492</id><published>2006-08-02T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T23:46:05.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeaps. i am playing tt game too. and thks ah. i noe u r getting sick of it. i am sick of being emo-ing too. sick of doing all the bloody nonsense and getting all those shitty headaches again and again too. =( Guess its time to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;THE GAME&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a fun game. Follow e instructions and just have fun bitching and also, guessing who the fark are they. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take a look at your friends then list up to 10 things you want to say to 10 different people. Do not state who these people are nor confirm or deny "comment speculation". Then tag five people and the game goes on. =D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Self-centered bastard. I know you are in a farking depression state but don't make me emo too. I love your voice, I love the way when u treat me well but i hate you even more when u dont give a damn about me. don't get me pissed and fark u upside down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Stupid ass. Don't know how to eject a thumbdrive tell me larhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to *****, happy birthday to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I don't know what went wrong between us. The friendship we used to treasure above all the other things drifted so far apart within a year and I seriously miss those times when we r still back in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Sorry for skipping so many lessons. Hope tt you guys wun gang up and torture me when I get back. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I think I have been quite a nuisance getting emo over him again and again.When its all over, I'll definitely give you a super duper treat for standing by me when I needed you most.Cheerios to our friendship over a decade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I think you are pretty screwed. Sometimes, I pity your gf for being such a dumbass. But sometimes, I think she deserves it all. No matter wad, Muacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Though its been 4 days only, I enjoyed this period of time with u. However, things doesn't go this way. I jus cant get over him and I dont think u r my cup of tea. Hope tt time proves me wrong. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Ga Gaaa GaGa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Knowing director doesn't mean you are a director. So can you just let me off one day without trying rush me to produce something for you to show ofF? LET ME OFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagged: SQ, Joan, Kelz, Nisa, my younger bro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18958203-115453356549805492?l=siaoargal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/feeds/115453356549805492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18958203&amp;postID=115453356549805492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/115453356549805492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18958203/posts/default/115453356549805492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siaoargal.blogspot.com/2006/08/yeaps.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18229542394438620253</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
